I looked in the review mirror and watched that state trooper walking up to my car. In my mind I’m thinking, this is going to be at least two hundred dollars. My quick, mental calculation of a lifetime of speeding gave me comfort for the time I’d saved during past transgressions. Discussing my experience on those previous highway miles would not be brought up by me. My hair wasn’t gray yet and I didn’t know him personally, so I didn’t have much hope of influencing the outcome.
The officer stated that I was speeding and asked, “Did I have any reason for such egregious view of the law?” Maybe not in those exact words but that’s how I interpreted his question.
Looking him right in the eye with a sad expression on my face, I said, “No, Officer, I was speeding and there is absolutely no excuse for it.” He didn’t pull his Glock, spray me with mace, hit me with that wooden stick at his side, or give me a ticket. He just said, “Slow it down.” Then he returned to his cruiser and drove away.
Some people tell a lie to make money. In this case I told the truth and didn’t lose any money.
The Scripture says the following about the truth:
I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth.
That old fellow that is always a passenger with me would have had me say, “Tell him your mother’s in the hospital and wants to see you before she expires. Tell him your speedometer doesn’t work. Tell him you were thinking of joining the state police and needed to talk to a trooper. Tell him your chest hurts, pain is radiating down your left arm, you’re diaphoretic and you have jaw pain.”
The new man with me said, “No, tell him the truth.
Think about it.
Gary