I drove steadily down the highway hoping that I would get to my destination in the next hour. I had been driving for quite some time, twelve hours to be precise. I was just coming from one meeting and I was on my way to another. Except this one would be much, much different than any others I have ever done.

I drove a giant black van so that I would be able to fit all the rest of my little crew in it. In all we had a total of six members in our little group. There was more but this was just our main group. Others were spread out all across the US and Canada. This is a group that goes around from school to school doing assemblies for a couple of days to share with kids the ways you should and shouldn't do with your life. Everyone, including me, have all done things that we all regret. I have done many bad things in my young age but that has all changed and I am a changed wolf.

This little group of mine, yes mine I formed this group, first came to be at a local corner store in the small town of Preston Idaho. Most of the people in this group are homeless men and women who have made bad decisions in their life's. Well when I was walking down the street and saw these homeless people something told me I needed to do something. So I went over and talked to these people and started to talk to them. Surprisingly they were nice, when you think of homeless people you usually think on cranky, dirty people. But no, not these people. They were actually very kind to me.

They asked me what it was that made me wanted to go over to them and talk to them. I told them that I had an impression that I should come over and talk to them, and after talking to them I wanted to do something for them. I told them that I wanted to give them all a hotel room for the night. I wanted to get them cleaned up and put them in real beds and get them a real shower.

When I first told them this they looked at me like I was crazy. My guess is that they were thinking what kind of person just randomly walks up to a group of random group of homeless people and tell them that they are going to give them all a free room. But I insisted that this was what I wanted to do and told them that I had plenty of money to do this.

So that's what I did, I took them in and gave them a room. The rest is history, soon I formed this little tinny group that goes around telling stories about how we messed up and how others can prevent this. Soon this little group expanded and we became famous public speakers. Now our main job is just going around the US and Canada going to their schools and teaching their children. Mostly we do High schoolers but from time to time we often go to some middle schools.

Now how do I fit in with all this, I'm not homeless, I'm not uneducated, I didn't join a gang. No, my story was much different than most others. My story, like the others, involved pain and suffering, but mine just has an extra detail in it that makes it all the more inspiring. I tend to connect to kids a lot, I speak their language, I feel their pains, because I can honestly say I've been through hell in my life. But I don't let that slow me down in the present, because that is the past and I have learned to let go of my past, even though it is nightmare giving and many of the people I share it with know this.

I looked out my window to see a sign that showed that my destination was only ten miles up the road, at least that's how far until I hit the small town. Once I got there I would have to drive at least another ten-fifteen minutes until I got to where I was supposed to be. Man, it was weird coming back here after so long. Especially coming back and not being the same wolf I was all those years ago.

I turned my head a little to see a wolf in the passenger seat next to me. His name is Scott, he is a silver wolf with yellow eyes and is twenty-five. He is my second hand wolf. His story is one of immense greed. He used to be a multi-millionaire. He was one of your everyday spoiled rich kids who thought he could get away with anything. That's when he got hooked on drugs. He used to only get small amounts of weed, but that soon turned into a bigger, worst habit. He got so bad that he was doing some form of drug every three hours. He couldn't live without it. He soon started to spend his families fortune to try and get drugs. Well, eventually he got caught and when his dad found out what he was doing he cut him off from his money and kicked him out putting him on the streets. He was one of the wolves that I met that first day.

I reached out my arm and shook him waking him up.

"Wake up Scott, we're almost there." I told him.

slowly, but surely Scott woke up. He released a giant yawn while stretching out arms releasing all the tension in them.

"Can you wake up the others?" I asked him. He nodded his head and proceeded to wake the other four that were in the back seat.

There was Michael, a forty-two year old wolf with brown fur and turquoise eyes, kind of peculiar, he was the alcoholic of the group. His drinking problem ruined his whole life. First it lost his job, well jobs, then his wife then his kids and eventually his whole life was just lost to him. He decided enough was enough after he landed himself on the streets and not even his parents would help him because of his drinking problem. Luckily enough for him he overcame his drinking problem yet he still lived on the streets, that is until I came to the help.

The only lady of this group is Bailey, a beautiful black and white furred, teal blue eyed, twenty-nine year old she-wolf. Her story is very interesting, it brings tears to my eyes every time I here it. She used to be a porn star but luckily she got out of it. She only got into the business in the first place so she could get money to help pay for her mothers cancer treatment. But what she signed up for soon turned into something way worse. Soon they started asking her to do way worse things, they would drug her to compile with what they wanted and they even had a man behind the camera with a gun threatening her if she did not do what they wanted.

Luckily she was able to get out of the business. She, as well as the others, was on the streets when I found her. She was walking alone on a rainy day in San Francisco. She was lucky that I was there because I have a feeling no one else would have even tried to help her. When I picked her up that day I had found out that earlier that day her mother had finally passed away from cancer after fighting it for three years. I took her in and convinced her to share her story with the public to expose the porn industries for how awful they really are. Like they say, porn is the knew drug.

Then there was the youngest of the group, Carlos. He is a grey and white wolf with silver eyes and is only nineteen. His background is that he grew up in the ghettos of Albuquerque, New Mexico. At a young age he joined one of the many gangs at the age of 13, along with his older brother Eduard. He was in the gang for four years. On the fourth year they got into a gang war and his brother was killed while he got severely injured, almost costing him his life. After that night he decided to run. I found him on the streets of Santa Fe three months after he ran from Albuquerque.

Last in the group is a twenty-three year old wolf who has white fur with black paws and ears and green eyes. His name is Jacob. He was under a house with an abusive father. His mom had died giving birth to him and after that his father turned to alcohol and blamed Jacob for her death. He beat him regularly and put the poor kid through hell. When he was sixteen he had finally had enough and just ran away from home. He lived on the streets for five years until I found him also in that first little group of homeless wolves.

This is the group of my most trusted friends. We are like a big, happy family that have all had their share of bad experiences. We help each other, we joke with one another, we do everything together. Though there are many other groups like this, I chose this one because I felt I could connect to these wolves the most. I knew what they had gone through, I felt their pain. It may not be the same kind of experiences that caused the pain, but none the less it sucks.

After awhile, Michael had finally got everyone up. Right as he woke up the last one I pulled into the town we were supposed to be in. As I drove through the town I looked around and took in everything. All the changes and similarities to the last time I was here. So many things had changed. Only a few select things seemed to be the same. There was the high school that seemed to not even have been touched, then there was the old orphanage, it seemed to still be up and running. Finally there was a certain neighborhood that I knew very well. Its where I grew up most of my life and where many of my problems first started.

I drove pat all these places until I finally came up to a giant house. It seemed to be untouched from when I last left it. The grass was cut though, telling me that someone was keeping this place inn shape in case I did ever return. Well today was the day. I pulled up into the driveway and parked my car, after I turned off the car everyone got out. They took their luggage and went to head inside. I started walking but stopped a little ways there and just looked up at the house.

I put a small smile on my face as I remembered all the good times I once had in this place.

I walked over to the door and put in my a key turned it and unlocked it. I prepared myself for what I was about to see. I slowly opened the door and walked in only to be amazed by what I saw. Everything was just as I left it. Nothing seemed to be touched, and everything was clean. It seems that someone was keeping this place clean for me while I was gone.

I told the others where the rooms where and that they could sleep where ever they wanted. As for myself I made my way upstairs and down a hallway. I came upon a door which I had not opened in nine years. I opened it to find my old room in perfect condition. I smiled upon seeing my old stuff. What really caught my eye was my old guitar stood up in the corner of my room. Oh the memories of this place just came crashing down into my mind.

I wish I could just stare at all this old stuff forever but I was tired and I needed some sleep. I climbed into my old bed and pulled the sheets over me. I took one last look around my room before closing my eyes.

"Welcome home Humphrey." I said softly to myself.

Here it is ladies and gentlemen, the sequel to 'Misery to a Good Life'. Finally it is here and I am so happy to be writing a sequel for my most popular story yet. Be prepared for more and better chapter inn the near future.

It seems Humphreys life has changed a bit, but hey a lot can change in nine years! Now that he's back in Jasper how many old friends will he meet up with, or have they all moved away to fulfill their own desires. Tune in next time to find out.

Peace Out