Lynda Leopold has journeyed down many paths in her life, but at age 73, there is one in particular path she still remembers vividly.
“On May 20, 1957, my mom, my brother and I were living in a suburb of Kansas City, and there was a tornado,” Lynda recalled. “It picked me up, carried me about a quarter of a mile, and when it set me down, it didn’t do it very gently.”