From three days to leave to my own apartment

The story

A while back life really hit me hard. I just got out of the hospital with a $4,000 bill which is huge where I live since most healthcare is government covered. My job fired me while I was in the hospital, and neither my employer nor insurance gave me anything. I was broke, in debt, two months jobless, and had to leave my parental house because of a crazy tantrum I threw for no reason. A relative let me crash in a spare room, but I felt like such a burden.

Then out of nowhere, they tell me the person who owns the room is coming back Monday. I have three days to leave. I’d spent weeks panicking, rehearsing in my head how I was going to be homeless, calling relatives, trying to figure something out… no roommates, no money, nothing. Just constant anxiety.

Friday night, one of my friends randomly texts me to go out. Normally I would’ve said no cuz I can’t enjoy myself when my brain is screaming at me, but somehow I said yes, there's was nothing else I could've done. We’re hanging out, talking, and I end up telling a guy in the group (someone I barely knew) about my situation. And then he just offers me $2000. No joke, no strings, just gives it to me and wishes me luck. I was freaking out inside, because who even does that?? He never texts me again, never asks for anything.

That money was enough to rent a place for a couple of months. I found an apartment the next day, signed the contract at 10 p.m. (the notary office had closed at 7 lol), and by Sunday night I was fully moved in.

Friday: thinking I’d be homeless by Monday. Sunday: in my own apartment, safe, roof over my head.

Still one of the weirdest and luckiest things that’s ever happened to me.