Sunday, February 12, 2012

When Humans Are Inconveniences

Waking up this morning was like waking up in a deep freeze. In the dark I walked into the horse corral and felt the snow falling. Not heavy snow, but enough to let the world know that it has arrived. Last night I pulled three more blankets out fearing the worst, and I thank God that I had them through the night.

As the sun rose the sky looked dark, dismal and angry. This is a miserable day. As the hours passed the cold seemed to become more intense. My feet were freezing and my attempts to warm coffee became a futile endeavor. I will repeat. Do not try to warm coffee with a hair drier, you will be driven crazy.

By afternoon the dark clouds coming over the Sierra Blanca almost guaranteed snowfall by morning, and another bitter cold night ahead. Rio and Gracie didn't care about the weather. They chased around running after balls, sticks, grabbed a blanket and anything they could play with. So this is why we say "it's a dogs life?"

Well, a dogs life unless you are due to be euthanized. Then it's not so good. And two dogs in such a predicament have been on my mind all day. This has been a quiet day but a little emotionally, physically and financially frustrating. There are days when I want to scream, "I want MY life back!"

I read a post on Facebook written by a military vet and I simply wanted to scream in anguish.

Justa Vet
The temp reached down to the low 20's here in Tallahassee, Florida. The Shelter as usual tossed everyone out at 7:30. I walked down to Mickey D's and am sitting in the dining room using their free wi-fi to post this. Thank God for Free WI-FI and that I still have my laptop. It helps me to remember that I am part of humanity and am not alone in my struggle to survive the mean streets of America.
America, where we praise our military until they get out and then we leave them to rot on the streets. Amazing how that works.

Maybe we need to start a group called "Veterans should not be thrown Away." We bleed and die for everyone's freedom and yet we are called more unmentionable names when we return home and we hide our uniforms and the fact that we were in the service. That should not be.

I try to understand, but as God is my witness I don't understand. I have spent almost all of my life in animal rescue and protection,so the mere thought that we have gone beyond throwing animals away to throwing human beings away is horrifying me ~ yet 4 years of experience shows me that we do.
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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If ev'ry man could weave a dream to keep him from despair.~ Man of La Mancha