Even if I don't, I'd still be happy. I have good friends, a roof over my head, and a good way of thinking (in my opinion) If I end up homeless again then I have the opportunity to see the world and life from a new view. I would have the chance to hoof it whenever my legs could take me without the restrictions of property and social ties. There would be people to meet and things to see. I'm confident that I've already achieved many things in my life and there are plenty more to do. They never will be things that will make head line news or the first subject that people bring up over dinner conversation, but I don't want or need it to be. I am who I am. I'm happy with my abilities to do what I do. And as long as I can help others then my life is not a waste and I can die satisfied.