I remember an incident that nearly left me dead. Gas had finished. I switched to the electric cooker, poured something into the frying pan, and left it there. My children were already deep asleep in the next room. NEPA took light. I fell asleep on the sofa, completely exhausted. Deep into the night, light came back. The cooker came back on. Whatever was in that pan cooked… and cooked… and kept cooking until there was nothing left but ash and thick, choking smoke. I was still knocked out. In my sleep I started feeling strange discomfort. I fought to wake up. When my eyes finally opened, the entire sitting room was filled with smoke. I couldn’t think. I was disoriented for several long seconds, heart pounding, lungs burning. Then it hit me. Everything in the pan had turned to pure ash. I staggered to the cooker, switched it off with shaky hands, and forced the door open for air. Only then did I run into the children’s room. They were still sleeping peacefully. No coughing. No panic. Just soft, steady breathing. That was the moment it sank in. I had escaped death by whiskers. One more hour… and the story would have been completely different. Never take life, or electricity, for granted.