Robert Huckins Victim: July 2012

This is the journey of a victim of felony fraud and embezzlement left homeless by builder, Robert M. Huckins who was given 27 years in jail,suspended,on the proviso he return $82,200, in $114 per week payments. Sometimes sad, sometimes pensive, sometimes with sarcastic humor, it chronicles the apathy within the New Mexico Judicial system and New Mexico State Government towards victims of white collar crime and the sheer audacity of the criminals who believe that the world owes them something.

Monday, July 30, 2012

If The Wind Will Not Serve, Take To The Oars.

Yesterday evening the clouds gathered and rain fell. Not for long, and not in abundance .. but it was enough to give everyone some joy. Now if we could get a few weeks of that I doubt that anyone would complain.

This morning I started bright and early contacting all parties involved in the upcoming Huckins hearing. Starting with the probation officer. I spoke to the newspaper reporters who had already spoken to the District Attorney's office, and waited until evening to phone a man who worked with Huckins.

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By 9 am it was already 90 degree's and I wondered what this day would bring - clearly not snow. *Sigh* Yet the wind gave a lot of relief to a day that could have been scorching hot and unbearable. Honey has so much pain killer and antibiotic going through her system it's difficult to tell if she is really healing, or numb to the pain. Despite some misgivings as to why she was walking on all four feet, and weight bearing on all, it was nice to see her balanced after close to 3 weeks of sheer hell watching her struggle on 3 legs.

This has been a frustrating day. No work, dozens of job applications out, and not enough gas to start knocking on doors again. So I advertised and tried to decrease the severity of the migraine that has tormented me for days.

Less than 2 weeks before the court hearing and I am going in to fight tooth and nail...

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.

Relevant pages:
http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2010/06/shattered-dreams-endless-nightmare.html

http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2010/06/paul-harvey-once-reported-if-you-want.html

http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-is-robert-millard-huckins.html

http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-where-is-money.html

http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2010/06/criminal-defense-attorneys-woes.html

http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2010/06/pen-is-mightier-than-sword.html

http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2011/02/morally-bankrupt.html

http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2011/06/robert-huckins-legal-plea.html

http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2011/07/many-faces-of-abuse.html

http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2011/07/shadow-women.html

http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2011/07/price-of-crime.html

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

I find hope in the darkest of days, and focus in the brightest. I do not judge the universe. ~ Dalai Lama

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Take A Deep Breath, Dust Yourself Off, And Start All Over Again.

Starting very early this morning I tried to get everything organized just in case I had to go to work early, but my mind kept wondering back to the Sacramento Mountains in Ruidoso. I woke up with a violent migraine ~ which grew worse as the day progressed.

I never thought that homelessness and panic could feel this bad, even when your home has been stolen and you no longer have a home to return to.

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The weather here is magnifying it. The humidity, the heat and the unrelenting scorched pastures that turned brown weeks ago - the brown crisp leaves falling from the tree's that make it look like autumn instead of mid-summer. The dust bowl of the 1930's must have started just like this. It is simply terrifying and my stomach has started to church daily with nervousness. The thought that I came across several states to fail is mortifying.

Well before noon there was sweat pouring from my face and back. This weather, in the 100's, without any relief, is as close to hell as anyone can get. I ended up with a migraine so bad all I could do was crawl into bed and sleep most of the afternoon away.

Try to be like the turtle - at ease in your own shell.~ Bill Copeland

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Too Much Of The Wrong Stuff

I was wide awake at 4.30 am without knowing why I couldn't sleep later. By 6 am a migraine had started and I had to fight it from growing so severe I would have no option but to sleep all day instead of working.

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I doctored Honey and then set off to work for the day, praying that the migraine would decrease. It didn't decrease but neither did it develop into a debilitating migraine, for which I was grateful.

I worked from 9 am through 4 pm and was so exhausted I could barely move. Everything seems to be crashing down around me. The money from Robert Huckins hasn't arrived, my truck insurance has been cancelled, and no matter how much I try I just can't afford to pay for a home and support a career criminal - and trying is almost killing me with stress.

At work we discussed how dreams can turn into nightmares because of ONE person. I had such hopes and dreams 5 years ago. Dreams of opening a Horses For Hero's program. Of having a home paid for that my mother and I shared. Of having pre-planned my life to evade recessions and adversities.

Today I am spent. Exhausted trying to just do one thing. Keep a secure roof over my head. The very thing Robert Huckins has made sure that he has - at OUR expense.

I want to go back to the Sacramento Mountains, to OUR home. But I am so tired if God allowed me to go to be with Him that would be the greatest blessing of all.

The most important thing in communication is hearing what isn't said. ~ Peter Drucker

Friday, July 27, 2012

Friday Heatwave

I gave Honey her second dose of dry antibiotic in her feed this morning and the mare who hobbled away at the sight of needles hobbled towards me for her sweet feed treat this morning. I should have done this directly following her injuries the week of July 5th-8th. It would have saved a whole lot of pain and suffering for her, and frustration for myself. I am still praying that this antibiotic will resolve the problem and bring 100% healing ~ but doubts plague me.

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I was scheduled to work today, so I was ready to leave early in the morning. But the phone call saying that the work was still available never came, and as the hours dragged on I started to get more and more nervous.

When the phone call came after lunch I couldn't wait to get some hours in, and ended up working until early evening. There is still no sign of the payment from Robert Huckins for the month of July, and still no sign of the plane ticket to get me back to New Mexico for the court hearing.

The temperature is unrelenting. I have felt hot before, but never so intense and I long for those Sacramento Mountains and a home we purchased, but never got.

Do not wish to be anything but what you are, and be that perfectly ~ St Francis of Assisi

Thursday, July 26, 2012

It Takes Two To Speak The Truth -- One To Speak And Another To Hear

If ever there was a legal way to make someone lose their ever loving mind I am firmly convinced that Centurylink have designed the perfect way to do so. For hours on Wednesday I tried to use the computer, which refused to go faster than a sloth on Librium. Pages refused to load and no matter how much work I tried to do it was a futile gesture.

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By Wednesday evening I spoke to my oldest daughter who told me that the payment from Robert Huckins has not yet arrived so on Thursday I started putting a trace on it to find out where it was. If he has decided not to send it I will have no option but to go and pitch a tent on the 12th District court house front steps. Neither has the plane tickets arrived from the 12th District, a serious disappointment seeing as the court hearing is getting closer.

If anyone thinks that I'll be silenced this time they may have a rude awakening coming. It's hard enough being forced to support a common criminal when the economic climate makes it impossible to even support myself. But I won't let these cat and mouse games continue year in and year out while this convicted felon sits on so much stolen money mocking the victims.

Honey was walking a little better today, giving me faint hope that she will make a full recovery without more complications. Thursday afternoon I picked up some antibiotic to put in her feed and a bag of grain. Trying to get oral medication - in feed - to only Honey became an interesting situation.

The weather is almost feverishly hot, and the land so dry it's painful to watch crops and grasses wither and dry. We need rain in the worst way.

Prosperity is not without many fears and distastes, and adversity is not without comforts and hopes. - Francis Bacon