Rio, Gracie and Bandit joined in.. each trying to grab a section of the blankets that would put their body in close proximity to myself.
The hours just dragged on slowly. By 2.30 am I was still awake, still trying to get warm. A shocking migraine pounded away. I started to think about the hundreds of thousands who are outside without adequate clothing, unlimited blankets ~ no matter how dirty. And I started to get so upset knowing that people I will never know and never meet are homeless in dire conditions.
I see the pain and suffering I have gone through for four years, and I don't understand how human beings can be this cold, callous, cruel. But I'm not a 7 yr old, or 13 yr old, or 80 yr old.
I try to put myself in their shoes, I try to take away the few luxuries I have. Like a roof to shelter me, winter clothing - a vehicle. The vehicle alone is a life saver. So many don't have any of these. Tomorrow is National Homeless Person's Memorial Day, a day set aside for those who perished because they were homeless. I just don't "get it."
National Homeless Person's Memorial Day
I may die homeless...my fate may be to follow in Dorothy McKeevers footsteps, but unlike Dorothy I sure will not die quietly.
Each year since 1990, on or near the first day of winter and the longest night of the year, National Coalition for the Homeless (NCH), National Consumer Advisory Board (NCAB), and the National Health Care for the Homeless Council (NHCHC) has co-sponsored National Homeless Persons' Memorial Day to bring attention to the tragedy of homelessness and to remember our homeless friends who have paid the ultimate price for our nation's failure to end homelessness.
In an effort to maximize the impact of the day, NCH, NCAB, and NHCHC have encouraged local and statewide organizations to hold memorials of their own. Last year, more than 152 cities across the nation sponsored events to honor those who had died and to recommit to the task of ending homelessness.
This year, once again, we are encouraging groups to plan a special event on or around December 21, 2011. Some groups may decide to hold their event a day or so before the date.
Too ill to work today I didn't even walk into my bosses until noon. He took one look at me, told me that I looked awful and told me to go back to bed. It's been a shockingly cold day that has drained my energy. 6 days to Christmas, this Christmas season feels more like a natural disaster than a holiday and another severe storm is heading our way. I never thought I would be homeless in my life, let alone homeless for 4 winters.
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.
Be not imitator; freshly act thy part; Through this world be thou an independent ranger; Better is the faith that springeth from thy heart Than a better faith belonging to a stranger. ~ Persian proverb