Wednesday, March 28, 2012

I Need Proof That God Still Cares

Last night was an excruciatingly painful night. No matter how many times I moved I couldn't stop the pain, and in the middle of the night the constant agony and stress started a violent migraine.

Those who know what chronic pain feels like understand when you get to a point where your body feeling like it doesn't belong to you. It's painful baggage that weighs you down ~ and you want it to go away.

Over the past few days I have lifted, carried, pulled, dragged dozens of 60 lbs, 70 lbs, 80 lbs and 100 lbs boxes and footlockers and I have not found a way to even start on the appliances and furniture.

The weather was simply fabulous, very summer like, beautiful blue skies. And the forecast promises that this will continue through Monday. I could not have had nicer weather to have an estate sale.

I started out loading boxes again, but after an hour I had no choice but to stop. So I turned my attention to the yard sale signs that became an obstacle to overcome. Without pens or markers I grabbed some paint and started writing with a 9 inch nail, enamel paint and cardboard. I would have been wiser to let my grand-children do it. *G*

Before noon I decided to try and tackle the furniture. One overstuffed chair refused to move under my physical ability. Frustration doesn't even start to describe this.

I didn't stop until after dark, but it's become painfully clear that despite all of my attempts to have a yard sale starting tomorrow I am going to be unable to make that a reality .... and time in ticking away.

I telephoned a friend while feeling so depressed and defeated. I have appliances and furniture scattered all over, and no help to gather everything up. No women should have to support a career criminal at this type of expense and hardship. I could never, in my wildest dreams, watch human beings go through what we have gone though ~ it would not be possible for me to turn away from such cruelty with no conscience~ and I pray I never will be able to.

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 a
sked 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, 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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You will get all you want in life if you help enough other people get what they want. ~ Zig Ziglar