In Montana, she pulled a family from a burning lodge by walking through the living room wall—not breaking it, but heating the wood so evenly that it turned to soft charcoal and crumbled at a touch. In Louisiana, she stood in the center of a chemical plant fire and breathed in , drawing the flames into her lungs like cold air on a winter morning. The firefighters outside watched the blaze shrink, gutter, and die. They called her a miracle. She called herself lucky.