Survived a Wildfire With No Explanation

I live in the foothills east of Los Angeles and in the fall of 2025 the fires came fast. I waited too long to evacuate — I will own that mistake. By the time I was in my car the road I had come in on was blocked by active fire. I sat in my driveway not knowing what to do. I prayed — not eloquently, just urgently. I decided to take a fire road through the back of my property that I had never driven and did not know where it led. It led out. It connected to a county road that was clear. My house burned to the foundation. My neighbors on both sides lost everything including one who was hospitalized with severe burns. I drove out on a road I had no reason to know about and had never used. I am not claiming my survival was more deserved than my neighbors' suffering. I am claiming that in the moment I needed direction and I asked for it and I received it in a way I cannot explain as coincidence.