Sunday, February 5, 2012

Cup Runneth Over

It was 2.30 am when I started writing this days blog and I had not been able to sleep for worrying. Being exhausted, frantically stressed and frustrated had lulled me into a pensive mood wondering how or why human beings can attempt to destroy others in the name of greed.

The dogs shivered all night and even with myself shivering beside them we just couldn't get warm or stay warm. This was a deadly hard freeze covering the tree's and buildings with heavy ice.

I remembered a quote someone on twitter tweeted:

Ask yourself: should I use everyone else to attain happiness, or should I help others gain happiness?

This problematic anti-social behavior - stealing, robbing - seems to be as old as the hills. It's nights like this when I wish I took sleeping tablets or drank alcohol... whatever people do to find sleep when worry consumes them.

For hours I found myself praying that my boss would win the lottery, just enough to salvage my home, his home.. and now my daughters home that is in jeopardy. Lord.... just make it a few million dollars and we can provide a whole lot of homes for many people.

By 3 am I was deathly ill, the chest pains in the past week have become more severe - and through the night they started in ear nest. At 10 am I tried to get to sleep, but my boss phoned me about a horse running in Texas in the afternoon. And around noon I went looking for any restaurant that served hamburgers. Not a take out place open around Alto. I couldn't understand why everyone was closed... until my boss mentioned that it was Superbowl Sunday.

It's been such a bitter cold day not getting out of the 20's. I was dead beat by late afternoon and content to fall asleep shortly after the sun went down.

I keep having to ask... WHY am I homeless? As important.. why do Robert & Sylve Huckins have a home?

Slab City has replaced the American dream for many middle-class citizens, a dream where opportunities, prosperity, and success have all but disappeared. Beaten down, squatter camps and tent cities are filling with people forced to live off the grid.
Jobless or tired of financially struggling, recession refugees and retirees can no longer afford to pay for food, clothing, rent, mortgages, or insurance.

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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"I must do something" always solves more problems than "Something must be done." ~Author Unknown