Without Hope There Is Death

Even though I was physically spent I tried to be up and around early this morning to sell what I could ~ even if it meant going at the speed of a sloth on Librium, each step a little more painful than the other.

Today was another simply delightful day. Beautiful summer like weather. I drove to and from Alto to east of Ruidoso Downs hauling boxes of possessions, and tried to get the sale-able items somewhat arranged. I never realized that I had so many Christian books, boxes after boxes of brand new books and bibles. Follow @DeniseBundy

By late afternoon I was in such pain I had to stop trying to carry the heavy boxes had to go and babysit two of the sweetest little girls , knowing that I wouldn't be back at the shed until after 2 am or 3 am. Having tried to transport everything from Alto to Ruidoso Downs I realized that this yard sale will not materialize without help, and I am too exhausted to go on. It's time to throw the towel in on trying to have a yard sale. It's wasting time when I need to get going in a different direction if I have ANY hope of surviving losing my employment, at the worst time of the year, while struggling without a home.

Why is this criminal afforded the comfort and stress free existence WE are paying for? 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

Only the guy who isn't rowing has time to rock the boat. ~ Sartre

I Need Proof That God Still Cares

Last night was an excruciatingly painful night. No matter how many times I moved I couldn't stop the pain, and in the middle of the night the constant agony and stress started a violent migraine.

Those who know what chronic pain feels like understand when you get to a point where your body feeling like it doesn't belong to you. It's painful baggage that weighs you down ~ and you want it to go away.Follow @DeniseBundy

Over the past few days I have lifted, carried, pulled, dragged dozens of 60 lbs, 70 lbs, 80 lbs and 100 lbs boxes and footlockers and I have not found a way to even start on the appliances and furniture.

The weather was simply fabulous, very summer like, beautiful blue skies. And the forecast promises that this will continue through Monday. I could not have had nicer weather to have an estate sale.

I started out loading boxes again, but after an hour I had no choice but to stop. So I turned my attention to the yard sale signs that became an obstacle to overcome. Without pens or markers I grabbed some paint and started writing with a 9 inch nail, enamel paint and cardboard. I would have been wiser to let my grand-children do it. *G*

Before noon I decided to try and tackle the furniture. One overstuffed chair refused to move under my physical ability. Frustration doesn't even start to describe this.

I didn't stop until after dark, but it's become painfully clear that despite all of my attempts to have a yard sale starting tomorrow I am going to be unable to make that a reality .... and time in ticking away.

I telephoned a friend while feeling so depressed and defeated. I have appliances and furniture scattered all over, and no help to gather everything up. No women should have to support a career criminal at this type of expense and hardship. I could never, in my wildest dreams, watch human beings go through what we have gone though ~ it would not be possible for me to turn away from such cruelty with no conscience~ and I pray I never will be able to.

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
You will get all you want in life if you help enough other people get what they want. ~ Zig Ziglar

Power Of The People... On The Top

I have no idea how long broken fingers take to heal at my age, but the pain of my two fingers woke me up at 1. am and prevented me going back to sleep. So I started looking for property, rentals, rent-to-own, owner financed, anything, anywhere in the USA.

Local property that had been on the market 2 and 3 years ago for $180,000 was now being listed for $80,000. One in particular attracted me. A "fixer-upper"with potential it had acreage, a barn, a fishing pond and livestock proof fencing.. but without credit, without employment, without stability there was nothing I could do about it.
The 12th District is allowing Huckins to make payments so low it doesn't even cover the interest, and these are not enforceable payments.
Follow @DeniseBundy

Last week I sent the details of my predicament to the Occupy groups, praying that if nothing else, the public would revisit the justice system and what happens to the victims of white collar crime ~ while the criminals happily continue their lives without discomfort or interruption ~ or jail time.

It seemed like an exercise in frustration. How do you get a home with zero funds, and how do you keep explaining to people the reason "why" you have no funds. Homeless is homeless. People really don't care WHY you are homeless. There isn't a free pass for victims of crime - to the world you are still "one of those homeless people."

The more I looked the more serious the economic instability across the nation appeared to me. By 4 am I realized that I had not eaten in 36 hours. Nerves, stress, worry and panic had blocked out any desire to eat, or any recognition that I had not eaten anything. I was so ill food wasn't going to be digestible even though I was so hungry.

The best laid plans seem to be thwarted. I intended to start loading up all my belongings at sunrise. All of the boxed possessions that have been moved so many times since hiring Robert Huckins to build a house and horse barn. This is now the only thing left I have to sell ~ that can help me tread water a little longer. But the weather started to turn ~ and turn quickly.

High winds made the upper 60 temperature feel cold, and it was clearly evident that the temperature is due to drop at a rapid speed.. the summer weather we have enjoyed is departing again bringing perhaps more snow for the next 3 days.

By noon I still hadn't eaten, and the soup I tried to eat ~ I couldn't swallow. Despite the high wind I managed to load the truck up with boxes, but with two broken fingers tears were streaming down my face. I had wanted to drive to a private storage shed I had been loaned and unload them today, but my hand simply couldn't withstand the continued stress.

And the fact that financially secure people are making a bee line for not that I can spare, not that I would be willing to relinquish, but the treasures closest to my heart, is starting to eat on me.

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.htmlIf you want a love message to be heard, it has got to be sent out. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it. ~ Mother Teresa

Thanksgiving..

Someone sent a message via twitter: "Shot my first turkey yesterday, scared the living daylights out of everyone in the frozen food section. It was awesome."

For myself this is a day to do... not much of anything, and be very thankful for what I do have. While watching Miracle on 34th Street, a movie I have never seen and wanted to watch, I fell asleep.Even though I had offered to cook Thanksgiving dinner for my boss Print brought over food, so I fell back asleep again. This may have been the very first time I slept through a holiday but somehow - it felt so right under these circumstances.

Mark Horvath wrote an article I think it more than worth sharing... and I pray he doesn't mind my sharing it.

On Shopping Carts, Thanksgiving, and Homelessness

What has four wheels and carries a turkey?

Unless you own a turkey farm, chances are that the bird in your oven took a spin in a shopping cart. Most of us don’t think twice about using a shopping cart (except when it has a squeaky wheel).

On the streets, a shopping cart is called a “buggy.” When I was homeless, I avoided “pushing a buggy” as long as I could. When that day finally came – when I had to get something from point A to Point B and had no other option but to use a shopping cart – I could no longer be in denial about my situation. I was homeless. As you can imagine, accepting that reality was devastating.

You would think that pushing a buggy on the street is as easy as it is in the grocery store parking lot. I assure you it’s not. I had worked a week in a temp job and was able to pay for a SRO (single room occupancy hotel) in North Hollywood. When my money ran out they rolled me up and I had to take my stuff to my storage unit a few miles away. My first challenge was finding a cart. Then, I filled it up and started the long trek, but found going over the curbs extremely difficult. I manhandled the cart over each curb for about a half a mile and I was exhausted. It was very humiliating; people drove by laughing at me.

Right when I was about to give up I saw a mother across the street with her baby carriage and she turned the thing around to go over the curbs. Wow! Was it really that simple? Sure enough, on each street curb I turned my buggy around to backup over the curb. It worked and I was well on my way to becoming a seasoned homeless person.

That day was really a low point of my life. Maybe one of the lowest. I wish I could put into words how crushing it was to my sense of worth. Accepting that I was homeless meant that I had to also accept I may never get out of homelessness. But I was one of the lucky ones.

Thanksgiving is a time when we take a moment to be grateful. Today, I am grateful for people like you who care about the issue of homelessness. It was someone just like you that supported the organization that helped me get off the streets. It was someone just like you that clothed me and fed me until I was able to fend for myself. It was someone just like you that gave me a chance to dream again and a chance to become a normal, housed person again.

Today, there are hundreds of thousands of people on the streets, pushing a buggy, homeless, and hopeless. They need someone to give them a chance.

I don’t know you, except for two things: you’re sitting at a computer and you care about homelessness (there is no other possible explanation for you to be reading a blog about homeless issues than you have a heart for people). Even if you are not a religious person please take a moment today to pray in your own way for the invisible people out there who are sleeping in the streets, in their cars, or in a state of poverty that should not exist in this great country of ours.

I hope you and your family have a happy Thanksgiving! Thank you for keeping the conversation of homelessness and poverty going. Together we can affect change and make a difference in the world.

http://hardlynormal.com/blog/2011/11/24/hardly-normal-on-shopping-carts-thanksgiving-

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.