It was a cute column, but so sad. He writes about having his dream home attained by winning the lottery.

I invite all readers to my neighborhood. We have homes with expansive views of the Potomac; some have bedrooms overlooking the Potomac.

We have a dock, a tennis court, a basketball court, and boat storage. Some neighbors have landed their own helicopters! We have Jaguars, Mercedes, Ferraris, and Corvettes. One neighbor has many! And don't forget the Toyota Prius.

I write this because no one has to win the lottery to live here. My husband commutes 143 miles round trip, five days a week. I get up at 2 a.m. to start work at 4 a.m. I go home after 13 hours or so, and because I own my own business, I don't get a day off.

Like the rest of my neighborhood, we all live here because we work. No one gave us anything, We all have what we have because we worked for it. We did not win the lottery.

Some of us do not even possess a college education and, like my husband, they worked their way through.

I write this because it saddens me to see a column like this one in your paper. I need to let anyone reading know that you can dream. You can achieve. You can have anything you want. It's never easy, but you can.

Please work hard, keep your nose to the grindstone, and any dream you dream can and will come true! I promise.

Robyn Marie Pirog

King George