Monday, March 12, 2012

****Living Rough - The Damages****

I couldn't sleep last night, tossing and turning trying to get comfortable while fully dressed ~ and worrying about finances, which are now almost none existent. I don't even have the money to purchase the inventory I need to buy, and I need a carpenter willing to work a few hours a week to make custom items to sell on-line.

So I phoned my youngest daughter to see if she knew of a carpenter. I then e-mailed a lawyer who became involved in carpentry after his retirement. It's been a long four years and I am thoroughly confused as to how or why anyone could do such unspeakably cruel acts towards a human being, and not feel one ounce of remorse about their behavior.

I was supposed to be up at 5 am to get to work, but I didn't wake up until 7.30 am and went into sheer panic. As I got into the truck to drive away the cancellation phone call came.. due to an emergency it was postponed until Thursday and Friday.

Homelessness is a serious disadvantage because it's a full time job being homeless. Your energies are already exhausted trying to survive. All of the elements that are required to not only progress, but defeat economic challenges and circumstances have been taken away from you.. leaving you psychologically, emotionally, spiritually bare.
Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs, a pyramid of one’s order of needs, starting with the basic biological need to survive. Without this, one cannot climb to the next level of safety and comfort. Psychological needs are atop the safety needs.
I still have not heard from the web designer to see how much the total fee is going to be, and time is ticking away, without any income coming in. It seems that nothing I have done thus far has been "enough" to get me into a home, with electricity, on our own land. This is the last chance ~ and everything I have is being thrown at it. It has to succeed beyond my wildest expectations ~ but I cannot pretend not to be terrified. I am so scared.
Before noon I had to go to Ruidoso, and on my way back I put in job applications at all businesses who may be hiring. I have done it before, and I would do it again.. I need work in the most desperate way and I hoped that my general "homeless" appearance wasn't too evident.

The day was gorgeous. Mid 60's, sunny.. just a beautiful day. But my stomach was in knots worrying, and my ex-boss was literally trembling with anxiety. His fear is that he, also, is heading into a nursing home - or worse.

This afternoon I had to pick my grandchildren up from school, having not seen them in months. It felt good to see them again. After dropping them off with friends at the park I went to Capitan, then headed to the Lazy J.

The time change is so nice, I didn't walk into the shed until after 7 pm. I have no idea how I am going to get into a home before next winter without our money being returned. I don't even know how I can tread water going on homeless.

The only thing I do know is that I must find a way to support a career criminal and gain enough financial security look after myself while supporting him. I'm praying that this on-line business is going to be the answer... and not just another disappointment in a long line of disappointments.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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