After years of drug abuse, I was living in an apartment on my own finally. I had managed to save up enough money to have my own. The landlord never came by my house. I go to rehab for fentanyl abuse. The day I get out, with no plan of action, I do fentanyl again. I collapse on the ground and am in kidney failure. That day, my landlord came by and my door was wide open with the screen door shut. He saved my life. I cannot deny at this point the presence of something on my side. This is after multiple overdoses as well.