Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Season Of Goodwill

All night I coughed, my lungs hurting and a migraine pounded away. I am so ill, so seriously ill. I don't even have the energy to keep my eyes open let alone function.

When you are living outside your skin dries out. It's very difficult to stay clean, and it almost impossible to stop your skin from becoming bone dry. As soon as I got up before sunrise I tried to make an effort to clean up but I was having real difficulty keeping on my feet. It was well after 8 am before I could get my wits about me and start to feel a little better. I have to work today. I have fallen so far behind financially because I have been so ill and I can't keep afford to not work.

The probation officer has not seen a dime from Robert Huckins, the monthly payment that was court ordered to be paid on or before the 10th of each month, which shouldn't shock anyone. It certainly doesn't shock me.

Two days ago I left my truck near the road thinking that I would get snowed in at this shed. There wasn't snow.. just a ridiculously hard freeze - but snow is coming our way.
This feels so unlike a Christmas season. It is an incredibly hard period to try and get through.

When you are homeless there is a type of insanity that pursues you because you can never be "organized." Homeless people don't have places to keep documents, or hang keys. We don't have specific places to put the things that are important.

Gagging and coughing I arrived at Lawrence Bros pharmacy to pick up my bosses medication. Through a raspy voice the pharmacist and I discussed my own homelessness, the awful circumstances I have been forced into and the severe physical damage I am suffering.

I had not noticed that I had picked the wrong truck keys up when leaving the shed. I picked the set up that didn't have an electric door opener on the key chain, nor would the key open the doors.
The dogs jumped onto the door and promptly locked themselves in, and me out.

An hour and a half later I managed to get the truck door open and head to Capitan, where I was promptly told that I was looking deathly ill. From there I went to Nogal watching the most evil looking black clouds coming over the mountains. If I questioned the impending storm forecast when it was made.. I didn't question anymore. Jan took one look at me and told me that I sounded awfully ill... I just smiled and thought, "Go ahead, make my day. Isn't anyone going to tell me that under the circumstances I am holding up great?" *G*

I managed to get back to the shed by 4 pm, but I have been frozen solid all day and tonight doesn't look like it's going to bring me any joy whatsoever.

And Robert Huckins? He's in a comfortable warm house.. on our dime, a LOT of our dimes.
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.

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Hope is itself a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords.~Samuel Johnson