America Can Restore Itself to Sanity- "By Using the Boomerang Effect"

By: Michael C. Hornyak
 
MORRISTOWN, N.J. - Feb. 21, 2014 - PRLog -- Dateline: February 21st, 2014
Whereabouts:  Morristown, NJ


         When I grew up as a child in Parsippany, NJ I met families and friends who touched my heart from their ability to reach out their hands with a gracious “human kindness”.  As a child I experienced tragedy at an early age when one of my parent passed away at the mere old age of ten.   It was mind bending for me at the time because I was “deemed” as an “exceptional” child. Participating and being picked for all of the “gifted programs” in my school system and exceling in sports were my passions.  Now, I had nobody to see it, believe it and trust it.
         Soon, I began to squander opportunity from my trusted advisors and legacy friends.  Still I continued to push on with a modicum of success. After graduating high school with marginal success I attended Rutgers University to pursue a career in broadcast journalism and became the recipient of a solid job with a local television station in Secaucus, NJ.  I suppose at that time things seemed fairly peaceful and I met a lovely woman and got married.  The job was interesting, dynamic, exciting and it taught me as a middle-class suburban kid about wealth, race and the notion of “false notoriety”.
        In the 1990’s I believed that I had “arrived” by escalating my social pedigree and rarely kept in touch with old friends.  We were a “wolf pack” all competing for the “American Dream”. Simply put – there was no time/use for my old friends that would help to ease my emotional strife.  Why did I really care?  In my delusional/tortured mind I had made it.  Like most of the folks in my generation I bought a big house, moved to a sales career, and made a sizable living for myself.  This delusional suburbanite through the use of technology, self-isolation basically sat in his house with a megaphone creating a false bully-pulpit.
         During that time I began to digress and was overcome with a spiritual malady that changed my persona and how I looked at the world in a micro/macro view.  This new found “anger” paralyzed my ability, career and even strained relationships within my family and most of all my wife/children.  The anger that consumed me was rooted in the premise that I could have been more successful if my father had lived and without career ending sporting injuries. This was nonsense and it was time to get in touch with the pain, grief, loss and lack of foundation.
         So, for a few years I wandered around like a lost soul self-medicating, acting diabolical and cutting others down as I watched them advance in their personal /professional lives.  I was stuck in the mud going down in blaze of quicksand that would potentially engulf my spiritual impropriety.  Still, in the back on my mind I had just once last ounce of hope that something positive would happen.
        And it did – on a cold day in December of 2007; I attended a professional football game and looked around that stadium seeing many different faces. Their common denominator was a mutual love and collectivism for their team as people.  As I contemplated this “phenomenon” future images of old friends, families and coaches began to stream through my mind with beautiful clarity. The visually imagery struck deep into my heart like a bolt of lightning and it began to rain through the tear ducts of my eyes.  In that moment I had realized that the friends of old who I abandoned needed me as much as I need them.
         So I devised a pure and honest plan that would restore order to my emotional sanity which I nicknamed the “Boomerang Effect” and I began to reach out these people to tell them how much I had loved them. In the beginning, it was freakish for some people because we hadn’t spoken or seen each other for twenty years.  I kept doing it and throwing my Boomerang” but with maturity.    I’d go outside my house and practice the arm motion waiting to get emotionally  hit on the head.
         In time, the concept of giving out to get it back started to change my attitude and it planted my feet in one spot with a foundation.   As I practiced /fine tuned my craft I felt a strange oddity that overcame my spirit.  Shortly, my life was filled with a viable purpose and my emotional spiritual prowess became stronger.   You see the technique doesn’t work all of the time but it does teach you how to ‘love again”.  When you love yourself again without malice wonderful things happen.  You become a present husband, father, brother, son and friend.
       One word of caution though; don’t throw the “Boomerang” if it is for diabolical purposes.  It will come back and hit you hit between the eyes with jarring impact.  It’s only. because you haven’t done the hard work and it's time to take a look in your rear-view mirror.
       Here’s what I believe!  IF we all get out our “Boomerang’s “on than we can restore ourselves to sanity in a beloved country that  we call America.

*This article is dedicated to Stephen E. Hornyak Jr (3) and his beloved daughter Holly Ann Hornyak.*  The original "Boomerangers"

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