Friday, March 23, 2012

No-one Can Afford Homelessness

The morning started early for me, before 5 am, but a mild migraine started throbbing away and I feared it would grow in intensity and prevent me from working.. and I had to put an entire day in today, before heading to Capitan and Nogal.

Everything has got so out of hand that I don't even know how to start to get it back under control.

I had to be at work before 9 am, and worked until 4.30 am... cleaning condo's. The pay is low, the hours are long and when I walked away I felt like I was 101 years old. Every bone tumor in my body was causing problems, especially in my spine and hips.. my broken fingers had turned blue and were so swollen.

A friend phoned me and all I could do was come out with expletives, frustrate and in pain. Life is a lesson, and homelessness teaches you lessons of the harshest kind.

You would think that mercy would be shown, that people would help you re-build. But in certain communities that isn't so. You become vulnerable and everything you have managed to cling onto attracts those who want something free as your life starts to fall apart.

While talking about the program for returning military veterans we intended to start when we hired Robert Huckins made the comment, "Well you can't afford to" .. I quickly snapped back and said, "What I CAN'T afford to do is lose a substantial week wage JUST because I don't have a home. THAT'S what I can't afford to do. What I CAN'T afford to do is sleep outside in freezing weather. THAT'S what I can't afford to do. I can't do with my health going because I am homeless, THAT'S what I can't afford to do." Yet I have been doing it for 4 years, and no-one notices.

It's awful watching well meaning people start to see what you have known all along. The very second you become homeless - for whatever reason - you are no longer a human being with needs, goals, hopes, desires. You simply don't exist.

I didn't get back to the shed until dark. My body was starting to cease up and I felt onto the dirty blankets and fell straight asleep. The homeless life is a cruel, unforgiving life fraught with stress and worry. And a true appraisal of human nature.

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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Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.~ Martin Luther King JR