“Heroin made me a different person. At some point I weighed about 45 kilos. I was constantly under influence. One day I was told I was nog longer welcome in the coffee shop I would always hang out. I was told that I scared away costumers. I was devastated. The coffee shop was the last place I was able to go and have small conversations with people. I returned to the tent I was sleeping in at the time and I grabbed my knife. I wanted to cut my wrists but I didn’t have the courage to end my life. When I woke up the next day I applied for a methadone program. I promised myself to not steal and use drugs for at least 6 weeks. It was hard. I became very sick for days but I kept on going. After 6 weeks I was still part of the program. I went to pick up my mail at my postbox. I received two letters. Both of them were offers for apartments. After 9 years of waiting and living on the street I finally had the opportunity to live in a house. It was a sign of God, rewarding me for trying to quit. I had gotten a second chance and I was more confident than ever to now screw it up. That was 20 years ago and i’m still going strong!” (4/4)