“Destiny.”

Written By: Robert Hoyt
Email: rshoyt320@gmail.com

Ever since I was a young child, I have felt that it was my destiny to help people. This might sound clichéd, or that a lot of people say that, but I would like to think that there’s a difference between me and other people who have said it. My feelings haven’t changed on the matter. I’m twenty-four years old and I still feel this sense of greater purpose and destiny for helping people. I’ve only come to realize in this last year lies within the healthcare field.

Now I wish I could say that coming right out of high school, P.I.T. was an option for me. That it stood out above all else and was my first choice. As nice as it sounds, it is not the truth. The truth of the matter would be, as it would be for most people, is that my eighteen-year-old self was far different than my twenty-three-year-old self. (I was twenty-three when I started here at P.I.T.) I knew that once I graduated from high school I wanted to take some time off from school. I had just proven all my naysayers wrong: I had gotten my high school diploma. This was something that my earlier teachers had predicted wouldn’t happen. They had said that the next step would overwhelm me. They said this when I was just in elementary school. So, middle school would overwhelm me and let’s not even think about high school at that point in time. They had severely, severely underestimated me.

So with my hard earned high school diploma in hand, I decided I was going to take a little break. Some time off I believe I was entitled to. My time off turned into five years. Some odd jobs here and there, some brutal landscaping jobs during the heat of the summer weren’t cutting it for me. I was nowhere near my “destiny” of helping people. I was stuck and going nowhere. I had lost my direction. I desperately needed a turnaround. That is where P.I.T. comes in.

My aunt had graduated from the Medical Assistant program here and had suggested it to me. She knew that I wanted to help people and she said it was a good school, and affordable. Tuition cost is always something prospective college students look at and it was one of my primary fears about attending college. I didn’t want to be that much in debt. (I have since accepted the fact that anyone who wants to better themselves with an education will have some debt.) So I decided I would go and give P.I.T. a try. I made an appointment and went in to talk to someone.

In the meeting room there was a mannequin with the dark blue scrubs that are associated with Medical Assistants here at P.I.T. The thing was, though, it was on a female mannequin. Which makes sense, of course: females generally populate the healthcare field. Nurses, doctors, medical assistants, etcetera. They’re the ones that are imagined to be out in the field, not men. Not someone like me. As my admissions representative was getting some papers for me, I said to my mom and my aunt (who had come for moral support and was interested in coming back here for school) and said, “They’re going to have to change that.” I said, pointing at the female mannequin. While this doesn’t serve too important a detail in the overall story, I found motivation in it; something to strive for.

In my time here at P.I.T., I’ve found a bunch of nice, caring people who do genuinely want you to succeed. The teachers are great, too. They made the transition easy for me and I’m well into my second semester, with my third and final semester on the horizon. When it’s all said and done, P.I.T. has helped me prove my naysayers wrong again. I would like to thank everyone at P.I.T. who supports me. They’re good people, and an even better school.