Man.. yesterday I found a nice little chunk of tar at the bottom of one of my backpacks that had been there for who knows how long.

Today was my ninth day clean from heroin though.. And when I found it I got butterflies in my stomach. I sat there and stated at it for a few minutes just contemplating what I was going to do with it.

It still smelled pretty strong, and looked like a beautiful little rock. I had a lighter in my pocket, and foil in my kitchen. I stood up and walked to the kitchen..set the chunk on my counter and was so nervous about caving I just didn't know if I had the will power to not smoke it at some point since I now knew it was in my apartment. I knew as long as it was in there, it would be in the back of my mind and that little voice would be telling me to smoke it. My brain would come up with every excuse possible to talk myself into smoking it. I know my mind would find a way to justify it. I was scared, but didn't want to just flush it because I could probably sell it for $20 or so.

I watched a couple shows on Netflix while trying to figure out my next move. All of a sudden I got up and started opening my drawer where I keep the tin foil. My mind was made up.. A little hit wouldn't hurt anything right? I wouldn't smoke it all at one time? It would just take the cravings away. I won't smoke enough to get high. Of course.. I justified it.

Out of no where there's a knock on my door. I answer it, and it's my buddy. He accidently locked his key in his car a long with his cell phone and my place was the closest spot possible to get some help.

Best part about this situation was.. This friend of mine uses dope! I let him use my phone and he calls his girlfriend to come drive him over his spare set of keys.

While we wait, I tell him about the rock, and how I've been clean for 9 days and that I was about to cave when he knocked on the door. I just gave him the rock and told him to put it in his pocket and not to let me see it again.

He asked me if I wanted him to give him money later on, and I just told him to keep it for free as a gift for saving me from the impending relapse.. Even though he did it completely unintentionally. He thanks me, his girlfriend knocks on the door and they head out.

I sit on my couch with the biggest feeling of relief, and a huge shit eating grin on my face.

I've gotta say.. I'm not a religious man, but somebody or something was looking out for me today. The chances of all of those things happening and aligning perfectly within the matter of an hour were astronomically low, but I couldnt be happier that it happened.

I know people don't want to hear about not using on a subreddit about using, but after reading your story about getting lucky I just wanted to share my story of getting lucky as well.

Enjoy those clonzos man!