This is an email from Betty, Miss Betty.

This is quite unusual, I've never read a story like this, I think you'll enjoy it.

Miss Betty writes, I spent most of February 2018 in the hospital in Central Louisiana.

The red river runs behind that hospital.

I was on the fourth floor, and with the floor to ceiling windows in my room, I had the

perfect view of the flooding that was occurring at that time.

Every day I watched the river rise a little more.

It left its bank and flooded a small part, leaving just the tops of the trees sticking

out of the water, and then it flooded the parking lot and the road that went to the park.

I sat there for hours watching the river traffic until it was shut down due to high water,

and then I watched as all sorts of debris floated down the river.

There were pieces of buildings and trees of all sizes.

I even saw a car float by.

Close to the bank, or what was supposed to be the bank, was a whirlpool.

It must have been eight feet across and it spun round and around, sucking in anything

that got close to it, and I often wonder where that stuff went once it got pulled under.

One day my husband was there and we were watching the river as usual.

Since I was bedbound, there really wasn't anything else to do.

As we watched, we saw a huge pile of debris coming down the river.

It floated over toward our side, and by the time it reached us, it was hitting the tops

of the trees and the park, and it started breaking up.

First I saw a big tree break off from the pile and moved toward the whirlpool.

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