In this spoken promotion, Bruce McIntyre introduces his memoir There Are No Answers Here, Only Questions, which chronicles two simultaneous life‑altering events: the preparation to sell his business and his diagnosis with cancer. He describes how these parallel crises forced him to confront existential questions about hope, strength, and meaning, especially during a harrowing low point on July 9 2010 when his treatment left him physically and emotionally devastated. McIntyre reflects on the tension between “either/or” and “both/and” mindsets, the role of his persistent doctor who refused to accept negative biopsies, and the supportive community of Charlotte, North Carolina, where the story is set. He highlights encounters with bankers, everyday citizens, and the cultural backdrop of the “New South.” The monologue ends with a call to readers to purchase the book (print, Kindle, Audible), visit his website, and share their own stories, emphasizing that storytelling is where answers emerge.
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Hi, I'm Bruce McIntyre, and this is my story. There Are No Answers Here, Only Questions is the true story of 2 life-altering events and the personal transformation that resulted from their unlikely collision. It's the story of an owner preparing to sell his business and retire Just as he is diagnosed with cancer, there is tension until I understand that everything is not either/or. Sometimes both/and is best. Then the story bounces between the sale of the business and my treatment for cancer as both move progressively, although choppy, to a successful conclusion. It's at the low point in the cancer treatment When I write on page 139, July 9th, 2010. I tried to go to bed early that night, but I spent most of the time doubled over the bathroom basin, coughing and gagging, waiting for some unnamed and unrecognizable internal organ to land in the sink. I'd bang my fist on the counter and scream at the face in the mirror, But the hard counter hurt my fist, and there was no sound to my cry. It was all a bad dream, like I was watching a black-and-white silent movie of a tortured face in a desilvered mirror. So I didn't recognize the film or the face and thought whoever or whatever it was, I didn't want to watch anymore. I was powerless and hopeless. Was this the dark night of the soul people talk about? Was this the time everything I knew no longer made sense? Would suffering show me the way? Is it strength that gives hope, or hope that gives strength? It was dark. I was lost. So I went back to bed, hoping I didn't wake Joyce. She needed sleep. If you're from Charlotte, you will recognize many of the names and landmarks I write about. And if you're not from around here, you'll learn the culture of my adopted hometown, the capital of the New South. You'll meet bankers. We've got plenty of them. But you'll also meet everyday people who, just like you, keep putting their drops in the bucket. Making life better for others. And you'll meet the story's real hero, the doctor who refused to accept 6 negative biopsies for an answer when he knew something was wrong. I encourage you to read There Are No Answers Here, Only Questions. I think you'll like it. You can buy the book wherever books are sold, as well as from Kindle and Audible. You can learn more about me at charlesbrucemackintyre.com. Then, while you're there, sign up so we can stay in touch. After you've read my story, let's meet again and you can tell me yours, because it's in the telling of stories that answers appear. Thanks for being with us today. See you later. Bye.
