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It was a warm summer evening and I just finished teaching a sunset yoga class in the beautiful garden of my parents. My students nicely surprised me with their attendance. We exchanged hugs and waved good-bye to see each other in a few days. I felt incredibly grateful for the role that life made me fulfill. The house welcomed me with the smell of a delicious meal, which my mom had prepared while I was outside. I couldn’t resist having a bite, so on my way to the shower, I briefly stopped by the kitchen and took a generous scoop from the pot standing on the oven. Before I could taste it however, a big solid piece slid directly into my throat. Like a cork in a wine bottle, it perfectly blocked my airway. No matter what I did and how hard I tried, I could not get it to move. Time was rapidly escaping. I waved for help to my parents eating dinner in the nearby dining room. They came, but only to start terribly panicking upon the scene. Both of them were in such a shock that even the emergency number seemed to vanish from their thinking, let alone any assistance. I wished to let them know that there was no time left for an ambulance to arrive,