(Minghui.org) Temperatures soared to 39°C (102°F) one scorching day in May 2025, and strong winds fanned the heat. At around 1 p.m. a neighboring young man shouted, “Fire! Please help put out the fire!” I rushed outside and saw the bushes in front of my house were engulfed in flames. The fire, taller than a man, was being driven by the wind toward two parked cars. The young man looked terrified. He suspected that the cigarette butt he discarded ignited a pile of cardboard boxes and plastic baskets.

Fueled by the wind, the fire intensified rapidly. The plastic baskets melted and disappeared, along with the cardboard. The bushes burned fiercely with a crackling sound. The flames rose and were more than three feet wide, and began drying out the leaves on the bushes that were six feet away.

I tried to put out the fire but I couldn’t get close. Even though I was more than three feet away, my skin turned red from the heat. I felt helpless as I watched the fire rage out of control because I had no equipment with which to extinguish it. I jumped up and down in desperation as the wind pushed the flames further. Disaster seemed imminent.

Two cars and a large truck nearby were at risk and could catch fire at any moment. The truck’s engine and fuel tank were at the front. If it exploded the consequences would be catastrophic. The nearby seven-story building might catch fire and dozens of residents may be in danger. It was already too late to call the fire department.

In that critical moment I shouted, “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good! Master, please help!” All the neighbors heard me. A miracle then happened. The raging flames suddenly shrank, leaping downward, and kept shrinking until they were only a foot high, no longer posing a threat to the cars. I frantically called out to the gatekeeper. The young man ran over to get a fire extinguisher, but it was broken. He quickly returned with another extinguisher, and with a few quick blasts, the flames were extinguished. A red flame still burned in the ashes at the bottom. The cardboard boxes and plastic baskets were all gone, leaving the shrubbery ablaze, a vast expanse of black. My neighbor and I doused the remaining flames, making sure that all the surrounding fires were out.

Even now, I’m terrified when I recall what happened. Without Master’s help the consequences would have been disastrous. The neighbors witnessed the raging fire shrink in an instant when I called out, “Falun Dafa is good.” Without Master’s help, this would have been impossible.

Thank you, Master! Thank you, compassionate and great Master, for your tireless care for us!