Thursday, July 19, 2012

Internet, Internet, Where For Art Thou Internet

Wednesday was been a strange day of dis-organized organization. I managed to get quite a lot of work done ~ yet still didn't get to that which I need to survive.

The internet connection was the worst I have seen in days and this is beyond frustration. Getting on-line and getting any pages to load was a nail biting experience. There may have been more joy to be had in trying to chisel into stone tablets.

What a mess this internet provider is. It's insanity, total insanity, trying to get DSL service to even keep up with 1980's speed dial up.

I did manage to get to the church service Wednesday evening, and I was glad that I did.  It was a message that touched me deeply and changed the way I perceive things. It is now slightly over 3 weeks before I return to New Mexico to stand in a court room with Robert Huckins.

By Thursday  morning I was making phone calls to the DA's office, newspapers and witnesses but coming up with the funds required to cover the cost of printing all the documentation for the court hearing has not yet materialized.

Yet the slight rain shower we experienced Thursday night was blessings beyond our wildest expectations. Lord, let it rain and let it rain plentiful. And Lord, let me find a way to finance all that I have to finance.

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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One of the things I learned when I was negotiating was that until I changed myself, I could not change others. ~ Nelson Mandela