Last night was a shocking night. I couldn't breath for the excruciating pain, then I started coughing so bad that after hours of hacking I started vomiting. It continued on all night, making it a night without peace or rest.This has been a hectic day trying to sort out a lot of lose ends before leaving the immediate Ruidoso area. The morning started with running errands in Ruidoso, Ruidoso Downs, then directly to Becky Washburns in Capitan.
Follow @DeniseBundyI scheduled new brakes, and at least 2 new tires on my truck tomorrow. I restored the cell phones that had been turned off. I arranged for a hauler, coggins, and my new social security card arrived in the mail. Everything started to "fall into place" in a way I have never seen in four years and I pray that this is a sign that good things are in store.
The weather was simply glorious all day, but I was pretty depressed all day.
There is a level of instability when you are homeless that blankets you in sadness. You may have paid hard earned money for a home .... yet you are not worthy enough to have a home. You may have dreams and aspirations, but you are not special enough to have them materialize.
The reality that you are becoming a route for others to "have" while you have "nothing" makes you feel like a bridesmaid who dreams of being the bride.
It's such a demeaning and cutting emotion. As I drove around getting errands done I kept looking at the Sierra Blanca and couldn't help but wonder why I couldn't have the home I bought and paid for, in the location I chose. It seems such a simplistic and unassuming request. To have what is ours, in a peaceful existence.
Yet I can't resolve the chaos homelessness brings so I try to paint a smile on my face while everything I have hung onto for four years.. slips right out of my hands.
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 violent 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 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, please 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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Beauty sans Vanity Strength sans Insolence Courage sans Ferocity & all the Virtues of Man sans his Vices. ~Byron
