If you follow me on facebook, you know about Mrs. Amar.  She's the "little old lady" I became friends with 6 years ago when I had my first knee surgeries.  She tells the most interesting stories, and seems to have an endless supply.  She called the other night after several years of being out of touch - and told me a couple of stories.  One was about the time when she was a young girl with a mean Uncle William, who did "unthinkable things" (I don't even want to go there) to her and the other kids in the house.  She saved her money ( pennies and nickels) behind a brick in the fireplace until one day when he was exceptionally mean to her.  She ran to town, caught a bus to Beckley (30 miles away), and never looked back.
She wants me to come visit over the holidays, which I plan to do.  When that happens, I'll take her picture and put it here.  I wanted to tell her story before I forget, but I'll copy it again when the time comes.