And...another college student wrote a letter home:  "Dear folks, I feel
miserable because I have to keep writing for money. I feel ashamed and
unhappy.  I have to ask for another hundred, but every cell in my body rebels.
 I beg on bended knee that you forgive me.  Your son, Marvin. P.S....I felt so
terrible I ran after the mailman who picked this up in the box at the corner.
I wanted to take this letter and burn it.  I prayed to God that I could get it
back.  But I was too late."
     A few days later he received a letter from his father.  It said, "Your
prayers were answered.  Your letter never came!"