My lungs still feel like bags of wet sand and trying to breathe very difficult - speaking even worse. It was in the lower 20's when I woke up at 5 am, or was woken up by my own coughing and hacking.I forgot to buy some Theraflu yesterday and I needed to keep drinking it to soothe my throat, so I decided to go and get some.
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Panic had set in wondering how much time there was to UPS presents and I gave a huge sigh of relief when I found out that I have a few more days left before it's too late.
Tomorrow another snow storm is supposed to arrive but I wouldn't be in the least surprised if it hit later today.
Before I set off to Wal-Mart to get some Theraflu all of the wild horses arrived. It's nice to see them come in for additional feed and water. And then the deer arrived and I had to fight through a veritable zoo to get out.Someone asked me why I didn't rent somewhere to live for the winter to try and get my health back. Through coughing and raspy voice I asked them what I was going to pay with... monopoly money?
Wal-Mart was packed. Everyone seemed either excited or frustrated buying decorations and presents, but I became painfully depressed. As I walked through the store I couldn't help but reflect on the fact that there is no Christmas for me. No decorations, no family, no friends, no home. There is just.....
Homelessness and displacement.
There has to be someone related to Robert &Sylve Huckins must have some means to reach them, if it be Michael Huckins, Dr.Kenneth Ogilvie ( Diana Huckins? Dominic Huckins? Malcolm Huckins? ) or Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins and get them to return ALL of the money they stole from us so that I can buy a home and get our lives back. I am begging anyone in this family for help.I don't believe I have EVER witnessed any none violent crime that can be as devastating as stealing someone's home. I am walking in Dorothy McKeevers footsteps, day by day, month by month, year by year.
Liam Griffin, I sat in your law office with two witnesses as you gave me your promise, your guarantee, that our money would be returned before harm came to us.
Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins you were present the day I signed contract with your son. You walked out of the kitchen with Sylve Huckins and your son introduced me to you. He told you that I was the British horse trainer he had told you about, the one he was going to build the home and barn for. Why didn't you say something? There may be a rational and reasonable explanation but I have spent over 3 years, homeless, not understanding it. I understand it even less knowing that though I was a total stranger, both Dorothy McKeever and Sally Canning you KNEW, and you knew what your son had done to them and others.
Dr. Kenneth Ogilvie, I contacted you and simply asked for a reference, not knowing that Robert Huckins was your cousin. Robert Huckins had just stolen over $30,000 from the domestic violence shelter, HEAL, yet everyone was trying to hide it. There was a history of stealing large amounts of money. $65,000 PLUS from Nancy Canning. $89,000 PLUS from Dorothy McKeever, $45,000 from Francis McKinney. The list just goes on and on and on.
Because of Robert Huckins I ended up paying $140,000 to be homeless.. sat in the cold, emotionally, physically and financially broke. In the middle of a recession, with no way to recover the stolen funds.
Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.
Women are not banks or loan institutions. Women should not be the source of a retirement fund for people who don't want to do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. Holding women hostage while playing with the judicial system, a horrendous game of cat and mouse extending YEARS, with the victims whose very homes, families and stability are in jeopardy is cruelty, as cruel as a physical beating. It is financial and emotional RAPE. Homelessness is not justice. It is a slow, painful death.
Please, I beg with everything I have within me, please convince Robert Huckins to stop this torture and return the building fund he stole from us so we too, can have a home.
Relevant pages:
http://roberthuckinsvictim.
http://roberthuckinsvictim.
http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2011/12/white-nothing-but-white.html
The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost. ~ G.K. Chesterton
