This morning was so nice it made you want to jump for joy, but it's been one of the laziest days I have had in a long time. I'm confident that there was a million things I could have done, and a lot I wanted to get done, but I didn't do a thing. I ended up with a violent migraine and went back to bed for hours. It took forever for the medication to ease the pain enough for me to be able to function.
Gracie's jaw has started to swell up again, so I spent the late afternoon wrapping her face in a hot wet compress, still not feeling very well myself. And I again started looking at the homes I could buy, if only the stolen money was returned.It's amazing how many prefabricated and wood cabin kits I could afford... if only...
Trying to figure out how people can be this cruel, this heartless that they would steal knowing the consequences others have to pay. Mocking with arrogance each time they see the victims. It's all just too much for the human spirit to take, or even start to comprehend.
Isn't this the last full moon of summer? The moon behind the clouds is giving an eerie butt beautifully strange reflection in the sky.. and the smell of wood burning fires is already in the night air. Time has and is simply flying by and winter is uncomfortably close. This is so depressing and disheartening.
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 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 Sylvi 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.
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. The list just goes on and on and on.
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.
Constant kindness can accomplish much. As the sun makes ice melt, kindness causes misunderstanding, mistrust, and hostility to evaporate.~ Albert Schweitzer
