Monday, December 5, 2011

Paralyzing Cold

Last night I started to have an anxiety attack as the temperatures plummeted and the snow fell. To say that I was scared is a slight understatement.
I am so cold and in so much pain.

Somehow I started talking on Twitter to a homeless advocate who didn't quite understand what I was saying when I asked, "How can these people do such cruel things to women - and how COULD bystanders watch on and say not a word." I was really asking "How can any people knowingly stand by knowing that women were being devastated by Robert Huckins." But my frozen fingers were having a hard time trying to use the keyboard and I was, and am, terrified.

At 8 am Gracie ran after a crow and never came back. I called for hours but she never returned. Around noon I made a precarious drive to Ruidoso to buy supplies, thinking that Gracie would be waiting for me when I returned. She wasn't.

The drive was hair raising. 20 mph was the fastest I dare drive and even that was too fast for comfort. No matter how much I have called her Gracie has not come back and I face the night worried to the point of distraction about her, and terrified for myself, in dangerous temperatures.
Do these people have NO mercy?
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 vio
lent 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 f
or 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, pl
ease 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:
/2011/02/morally-bankrupt.html cruelty springs from hardheartedness and weakness ~Seneca