The Truth Can Set You Free I recently got pulled over for speeding not far from my new home in Virginia. I hadn't been paying attention, and I had driven a few miles an hour over the speed limit. "Can I see your license and registration?" the police officer asked me. I pulled both out for him, and he saw my Pittsburgh address on my Pennsylvania driver's license. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "Are you with the army?" "No, I'm not." I answered. I explained that I had just moved to Virginia, and I hadn't had time to re-register yet. "So what brings you here?" He had asked a direct question. Without thinking very hard, I gave him a direct answer. "Well, officer," I said, "since you've asked, I have cancer. I have just months to live. We've moved down here to be close to my wife's family." "So you've got cancer," he said flatly. He was trying to figure me out. Was I really dying? Was I lying? He took a long look at me. "You know, for a guy who has only a few months to live, you sure look good." He was obviously thinking: "Either this guy is pulling one big fat line on me, or he's telling the truth." He was trying to question my honesty without directly calling me a liar. And so he had forced me to prove that I was being honest. "Well, officer, I know that I look pretty healthy. I look great on the outside, but the tumors are on the inside." And then, I don't know what possessed me, but I just did it. I pulled up my shirt, showing the operational scars. He looked at my scars. He looked in my eyes. He now knew he was talking to a dying man. Well, he wasn't taking this any further. He handed me back my license. "Do me a favor." he said, "Slow down from now on." The awful truth had set me free. As he went back to his police car, I had a realization. I had been one of those gorgeous blondes   who could bat her eyelashes and get out of tickets. I drove home under the speed limit, and I was smiling like a beauty queen. The author was stopped by the police officer because   _  .
he didn't have a license he forgot to re-register he was seriously ill he drove too fast
Question: The Truth Can Set You Free I recently got pulled over for speeding not far from my new home in Virginia. I hadn't been paying attention, and I had driven a few miles an hour over the speed limit. "Can I see your license and registration?" the police officer asked me. I pulled both out for him, and he saw my Pittsburgh address on my Pennsylvania driver's license. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "Are you with the army?" "No, I'm not." I answered. I explained that I had just moved to Virginia, and I hadn't had time to re-register yet. "So what brings you here?" He had asked a direct question. Without thinking very hard, I gave him a direct answer. "Well, officer," I said, "since you've asked, I have cancer. I have just months to live. We've moved down here to be close to my wife's family." "So you've got cancer," he said flatly. He was trying to figure me out. Was I really dying? Was I lying? He took a long look at me. "You know, for a guy who has only a few months to live, you sure look good." He was obviously thinking: "Either this guy is pulling one big fat line on me, or he's telling the truth." He was trying to question my honesty without directly calling me a liar. And so he had forced me to prove that I was being honest. "Well, officer, I know that I look pretty healthy. I look great on the outside, but the tumors are on the inside." And then, I don't know what possessed me, but I just did it. I pulled up my shirt, showing the operational scars. He looked at my scars. He looked in my eyes. He now knew he was talking to a dying man. Well, he wasn't taking this any further. He handed me back my license. "Do me a favor." he said, "Slow down from now on." The awful truth had set me free. As he went back to his police car, I had a realization. I had been one of those gorgeous blondes   who could bat her eyelashes and get out of tickets. I drove home under the speed limit, and I was smiling like a beauty queen. The author was stopped by the police officer because   _  .
A. he didn't have a license
B. he forgot to re-register
C. he was seriously ill
D. he drove too fast
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