Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Accumulating Damages

The morning started out slow, easy day. Simply plodding along trying to get as much finished as I was able. Physically I felt awful and when Jan phoned me early in the morning to tell me that the Coggins were in, I could barely stop choking and coughing.

The weather is fabulous. Sunny, in the 70's, and Rio,Gracie and Katie enjoyed the trip to Ruidoso Downs, then Ruidoso to run errands.

I was so exhausted all day, exhausted to the point of sleepiness. It was very hard to find the energy to continue packing,and where I am going to put everything is starting to cause some concern.

Not until I took the trailer key and went to see what I had stored in the King trailer did sheer panic set in. 4+ years of not opening the bedroom/tack room in a 30ft trailer can be a real shock to the system.

Comforter sets I had paid $160 for were ruined beyond repair. My grandmothers bedroom dressers, antique chairs, statues.. the entire storage area was packed with treasures and my mouth fell open when I realized the added work ahead of me.

Had I been able to recoup the stolen money and had a home here in Lincoln County opening that trailer would have been delightful, even if a little depressing at so much loss and damage. But under these circumstances it was a horror to face.

I hauled some pieces to Ruidoso Downs and returned to Nogal for a magnificent dresser, only to realize that these back and forth trips are ludicrous at best. I ended up throwing dozens of plastic bags full of towels, sheets, bedding into the truck and decided to try and return tomorrow with a flatbed trailer.

My broken fingers competed with the pain in my spine and hips. Having lost our home, then the land, and now our belongings this is getting difficult to handle, and I am still perplexed at why we are supporting a convicted felon who is living very comfortably at OUR expense.

Frustrated and exhausted I started crying, for I have no idea how to stop these damages accumulating on such a regular basis. The damages cause by one criminal doesn't have any end, no boundaries, no relief.

It was 9 pm before I finally got back to the shed.. tired didn't start to describe it.. and tomorrow is going to be a very long, painful, nightmare.

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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We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. ~Thornton Wilder