Sunday, January 22, 2012


I woke up after a fitfully awful night to... snow and frigid cold high winds. What shocking weather after such spring like conditions.

The argument with one particular political persuasion yesterday evening emotionally rattled me so much that I used expletives like they were coming out of style, and I ended up turning to Steven at Stone Soup Station.

Steven held my heart while I sobbed broken, and brought a smile to my face in the process.

If I can bring up homeless veterans and homeless children.. and not see one iota of compassion for hurting human beings. How on earth can I expect the criminally minded to have enough compassion towards my mother and I that he would return our stolen building fund?

What IS this mindset that equates Martin Luther King as a "communist" and "satanic" and those who believe that the government has to protect the needy as "socialist," ... Occupy members as "free loaders" and those who don't have homes as UNWORTHY of homes~ and anything said in opposition is "anti-American?"

Pro-torture, pro-war, pro-unregulated capitalism, anti civil and human rights doesn't seem the most solid foundation for PRO-life.

I am not trying to tar and feather one political belief. I know a wonderful politician on the right who has compassion, caring. But I also know that the right wing does not have the patent on caring and Godly compassion. It is just frustrating and after 4 years of homelessness and I didn't handle the frustration very well.

Last night, after being reduced to tears, I had no idea what the answer is, and I seriously questioned how any human being ~ especially myself ~ can ever get through to people and explain the hardship, the sheer cruel and inhumane situations millions are struggling through. And motivate them to action. I know what the homeless are going through. I am going through it myself.
Being homeless is one of the loneliest experienced a human being can have. You can't describe it. It's an isolation unto itself. But it opens the door to a world you never thought existed.

The little girl who sits in a factory in a third world nation making goods for you to buy.. she is a valuable human being, yet she is alone in her despair.

The woman being pulled out of the rubble of a war torn home.. she is a valuable human being, yet her tears never reach us.

The veteran who served his country, but finds that his country won't serve him, is a valuable human being, yet we never notice the dirty fatigues he's still wearing.

The child stood outside in the bitter cold looking into warm comfortable homes, is a child of God no matter what age, color, creed, nationality. And we have no right to politicize their plight.

The ONLY right we have... is to care, have compassion and extend a helping hand. No, we have a moral obligation to do so.

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:
"Kindness shown to the poor is an act of worship." – Proverbs 14:31