CommUnityCare Southeast Health and Wellness Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the clinic doors were locked tight, an old man began visiting the parking lot. He’d sit on the bench near CommUnityCare’s entrance, talking softly to himself until dawn. One evening, a child playing nearby stopped mid-game, staring wide-eyed as he saw the man wave hello—only no one else seemed to notice him. One day, a delivery driver parked his truck next to the bench, dozing off after a long shift. The old man nodded knowingly, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a sandwich. ‘Thought you might be hungry,’ he said with a smile, handing it over. The startled driver accepted the food gratefully, only realizing later that nobody had seen them exchange anything.

2. At dawn, when most clinics are quieting down for the day, a delivery driver noticed something unusual. A large bird kept circling the parking lot, swooping low enough to almost touch the ground. Curious, he watched as it landed right outside CommUnityCare’s entrance, then took off again moments later, leaving behind a strange note stuck to its leg. The delivery driver picked up the note, which was written in shaky handwriting: ‘Please fix your air conditioning—feathers everywhere!’ Turns out, the bird had been trying to cool off after flying too long in the heatwave. The next morning, a neighbor brought over some fresh lemonade, saying, “Guess who our feathered friend is now calling?”

3. In the early morning hours, before anyone else stirred, a curious dog started appearing outside the clinic's gates. Its barks grew louder each week, as if trying to tell someone something important. One foggy morning, the staff noticed an old man walking up to the gate with a basket of freshly baked cookies. ‘I heard your place could use some sweetness,’ he said, smiling. The dog stopped barking mid-snarl, sniffed the treats, then ran inside wagging its tail. Since then, every dawn brings not only the dog but also Mr. Jenkins’ homemade goodies.’

4. In the late afternoon, just as the sun dipped below the horizon, a mysterious voice crackled over the clinic’s intercom. ‘Please be advised,’ it said in a deep, calm tone, ‘the waiting room is now closed for renovations.’ No one had seen any construction crews. Soon enough, an old lady shuffled into the reception area, muttering under her breath. 'I come here every Thursday,' she complained. 'Now I’ll miss my weekly check-up!' Just then, a young nurse appeared from behind the closed doors with a big smile, holding a clipboard. 'Ma’am,' she chirped cheerfully, 'we’ve moved your appointment online—you can see Dr. Smith right away on Zoom.'