Yesterday the day started early, at sunrise, and progressively turned more frustrating. The lack of a phone is complicating matters and disabling normality. Whatever normality is anymore.
My daughter started phoning people I knew in Ruidoso, who moved to Missouri ahead of me, but when their phones were turned off or disconnected it became questionable how bad this economy is in this particular part of Missouri. Or anywhere for that matter.
I spent the afternoon running from job prospect to job prospect until tears ran down my face, then returned to Facebook looking for my daughter and posting ad's on the commercial side of the social network.
These days are incredibly long yet incredibly short. You no sooner blink than the day is over. But the situation seems to be dragging on for an eternity.
In the mid afternoon I was contacted by someone in Ruidoso who gave me an interesting update pertaining to the post probation activities of Robert Huckins. I immediately contacted other parties, but I was so unsure of the details.
This is all so frustrating and exhausting. We will have to wait and see what concrete proof further investigation brings forth.
Friday the 13th was a rare treat. Just about everything that could go right.. did go right!!! I felt like dancing on air.
And it's rather strange for a friend and I sat discussing restoration and he made the comment that God would restore all that has been stole. I exhibited doubt, explaining that going into the 5th year I had started to wonder where God was in all of this. I knew where satan was, but where is God? Yet today a few of the clouds of uncertainty and fear were lifted ~ not them all.. but enough to make me smile and have joy.
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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http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2011/12/white-nothing-but-white.html
My Response To:D-1226-CR-200800062
http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2012/06/my-response-tod-1226-cr-200800062.html
A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.
