Broken Arrow Family Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most clinics are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Broken Arrow Family Clinic with an unusual package. The receptionist’s eyes widened as she unwrapped it—inside was a live parrot chirping and demanding attention. The receptionist laughed and said, ‘What on earth is this?’ She named the parrot “Dr. Cluck,” and soon enough, he became the clinic’s unofficial mascot. Every morning, Dr. Cluck greeted patients with his cheerful squawks, making even the longest waits feel like fun.

2. At dawn, when most clinics are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Broken Arrow Family Clinic with a box of donuts for the staff. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed an old man walking briskly towards the entrance. The old man nodded curtly and disappeared inside. The delivery guy shrugged, thinking it was just another early-morning oddity in small-town life. A few minutes later, a familiar voice called from behind him: 'Morning, Joe! Thanks for the treats!' Turning around, he saw the clinic’s receptionist waving cheerfully from her window. 'Guess that old timer was your neighbor,' she grinned. 'He does that every Tuesday.'

3. At dawn, when most clinics are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Broken Arrow Family Clinic with a box of donuts for breakfast. As he walked back to his truck, he noticed something odd in the parking lot—a small, colorful kite tangled in the fence. He shrugged, untangled it and threw the kite over the fence. Later that morning, as he was leaving, an elderly lady approached him smiling warmly. ‘That’s my granddaughter’s kite,’ she said. ‘She’ll be thrilled you returned it!’ The delivery driver smiled sheepishly, thinking how one little act could brighten someone’s day.

4. At dawn, when most clinics are quiet, an old man shuffled into Broken Arrow Family Clinic with a mysterious package under his arm. The doctor raised an eyebrow as he unwrapped the package. Inside was a small bouquet of flowers and a handwritten note that simply said: 'Thank you for always being there.' Turned out it was from one of the clinic’s regular patients—a neighbor who had been dropping off fresh-baked cookies every week without saying a word.