Fourteen years ago, my husband and I had a dream of becoming property owners and made an old farmhouse our home. Many of you have probably traveled by our home along Highway 163 and watched that progress take place. It is part of being an American that we make our dreams become a reality through hard work and persistence. Today I see the reality of the fragility of the “American Dream”. I am realizing for many of my neighbors, this is not the first time they have had to deal with having property they have owned being claimed by a government entity. It is sad to realize the reality of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness is limited in the framework of our democracy. This reality is not a pleasant one to face, but I am thankful for the support and care of my neighbors.