As a retired paramedic, Michael was well aware of the dangers of eating alone. 
 

In fact, in a recent interview, he recalled just how many times he would walk into the same heartbreaking scene…

Here’s what he said: 
 

“My partner and I get the call about an unconscious individual.
 

The moment we walk through the door, I know exactly what happened.
 

As the victim lies there, I instinctively scan the room, and as soon as my eyes meet a half-eaten dinner plate or empty confectionery packet nearby, I know there and then exactly how their last moments on this planet played out.
 

Their final moments were spent in complete terror and isolation.
 

Their world slowly closed in around them as panic consumed every thought.
 

They desperately looked around their empty home, realising with horror that no one was coming to save them.
 

No familiar voice calling their name.
 

No loving hands to help them.
 

No comforting presence to hold them.
 

Just silence.
 

Just fear.
 

Just the crushing realisation that they were utterly, completely alone.
 

Their last thoughts weren't of happy memories or peaceful acceptance, but of pure desperation, clawing at their throat, stumbling around their own home like a stranger, gasping for air that wouldn't come.
 

In those final moments, as their vision darkened and their strength faded, they faced the most terrifying truth of all: they were going to die alone.
 

Haunted by scene after scene of preventable deaths, I thought of my brother… my mother… my children.

I refused to accept that this was inevitable.
 

I knew I had to act. I couldn't stand by and watch more preventable deaths.”