In this creative salon I chat with Charlie Finch, a man who was hit by a train, almost drowned under ice, attempted suicide and survived cancer. “My voice was with me for a long time,” says Charlie. “For a while, I felt like it was unique. That I was unique. Then I went from a writing program in college to law school, from law school to litigation, and layered onto that marriage, fatherhood, becoming a partner, becoming a business owner. Somewhere in there, my voice got misplaced.
“Not lost exactly. More like set aside. Left in a closet somewhere. In the pocket of a pair of pants that no longer fit. Ina shoebox on the top shelf with old drawings and notebooks full of half-sketched ideas. Somewhere. Wherever it was, it sat there while I kept wondering whether it was worth going back for.
“Then I got cancer. Then it got worse. Then I thought I was going to die. But I didn’t.
After that, I promised myself I was going to take my voice down off the shelf and see if it still worked. See if it…
