Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Rain Washes The Day Clean

Yesterday was just another day of high level stress trying to find the finances to keep a roof over my head, but more and more I desire to go home to the Sacramento Mountains ~ yet don't know how.

Honey is now walking so well I no longer fear losing her. She is a tough old bird and I'm thrilled to see her getting better.

The drought is getting a lot worse. So bad that all we can do is pray for a break, pray for rain, pray for a solution to something that is beyond our control.

Throughout Tuesday I applied for jobs and marketed my own business, desperate for anything that could keep gas in my vehicle. This is such a long way from the Horses For Hero's I intended to open in 2008 before Robert Huckins stole our money.

By Wednesday morning a real determination was setting in. I shouldn't have to move to another state because of a criminal. I should never have been forced to face over 4 years of homelessness because of one criminal and the 12th District courts.

Within hours I was telephoning the DA's office to double check the flight reservation. I telephoned my ex-boss, several businesses in town, and started to research all of the building permits issued in Lincoln County within the past 6 months.

IF Robert Huckins doesn't return our money and let me have the home we bought and paid for in Lincoln County by golly I will guarantee that he will end up doing 27 years in jail, because I want to COME HOME!

If that resolve wasn't enough, after I arrived at church for the Wednesday evening service it started raining. Not a heavy rain, but a slow rain that extended into the evening. It was like the day was being washed clean.

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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My Response To:D-1226-CR-200800062

Peace is not something you wish for; it's something you make, something you do, something you are, something you give away. ~Fulghum