A college student wrote a letter home:

Dear folks, I feel miserable cause 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 at 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: Dear Son, Good news! Your prayers were answered. Your letter never came!

Love, Dad