Several years ago a mother gave her son 2 quarters. One was for his Sunday school offering. The other was for an ice cream cone on the way home from Sunday school. Well, Billy was flipping one quarter in the air and catching it on the way down. This happened 8 times or so when all of a sudden the quarter was flipped into the air, but Billy missed catching it. It rolled down the storm sewer and was gone. Billy looked skyward and prayed, "Sorry, God, that was your quarter."