The pneumonia is starting to ease up quite a lot, but my voice has still not returned to normal and while I am staying outside in these temperatures it's highly unlikely to heal until the weather warms. Is it near summer yet?
Homeless people deserve summer 12 months in the year, people with homes can have the four seasons. We don't want them, and can't handle them.
Going to Lawrence Bros. turned into a fiasco. I stopped at TR's to get some things, as I was leaving a gentleman was run over by a vehicle. He was out cold, and those of us closer to the store had no idea if he was dead, seriously injured or had minor injuries. The chaos that ensued was enough for me to leave my bosses credit card in the store. I drove to Lawrence Bros. before realizing that I had lost the credit card. So I had to turn around and go back to TR's.
The wild horses were up behind the Alto Post Office. It seems that a neighbor visited my boss earlier today and started complaining about them. My boss started laughing saying, "She is complaining about them "pooping" in the road.. what does she she expect them to do, go behind a tree."
That was all it took. We both started laughing until tears ran down our face. The chasm between country folk and city folk becomes very evident when you live in the mountains with so many indigenous species of wildlife.
I didn't get back to the shed until after 6.30 pm and getting into the back of the shed in the dark is walking a tightrope. The path between boxes and work bench is literally one human width, but so many boxes have fallen it is an obstacle course.
This evening someone sent me the following link.
The Homeless Advocate is an online newspaper dealing with the homeless issue in the US, Europe, Asia.After 4 years of this living hell called homelessness I can't tell anyone how important it is for people to speak up loudly and with clarity. If you are homeless please step forward and become visible. No-one should suffer or die homeless silently.
The Homeless Advocate has a direct link to Picture The Homeless a group organizing for justice and respect.
I am especially thankful for the homeless advocates, those who work diligently often 7 days a week, my twitter followers, and as this blog almost reaches a readership of 20,000 I am sincerely appreciative of those who care enough to read what I write from my heart. ~ DeniseJanuary 2nd. My how time flies when you are desperately trying to get your home back. Yet how slowly it goes when you are homeless subjected to the elements, knowing that you may never see your mother again.
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.
To protect an individual is to protect society. ~Zambian Proverb