Franciscan Medical Plaza

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit hallway of Franciscan Medical Plaza, a nurse was rushing down the corridor with her clipboard when she heard it—a faint, rhythmic tapping sound coming from behind one of the closed doors. Curious but cautious, she approached and peered inside. There sat an elderly gentleman in a wheelchair, gently tapping his cane against the floor in perfect time with the beeping of the heart monitor. As she watched, the old man smiled and said, ‘I’ve been practicing that rhythm for years—it’s my secret meditation technique.’ The nurse laughed and shook her head, thinking to herself, ‘Next time I’ll check before assuming someone’s having a medical emergency!’

2. In the waiting room of Franciscan Medical Plaza, a little girl pointed excitedly at something behind her father’s chair. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, ‘why does that man keep winking at us?’ Her dad smiled and whispered back, ‘Honey, he’s just an old doctor trying to make patients feel better.’ The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then giggled as another doctor walked by, giving them both a wink—and everyone in the waiting room burst out laughing.

3. In the elevator of Franciscan Medical Plaza, an anxious patient whispered to her companion: ‘I’m sure I saw that doctor’s office number change from 308 to 309…’ As they exited on the third floor, she leaned close and said with a smile, ‘Or maybe it was just my imagination playing tricks again.’ They both laughed, realizing that sometimes even in a busy hospital, life finds its way to making things seem more mysterious than they really are.

4. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock of Franciscan Medical Plaza. As he opened the back doors of his truck, a strange humming sound filled the air—like a distant choir practicing in an empty church. Curious, the driver peered inside and saw nothing but boxes. Suddenly, a voice whispered from behind him: 'Are you lost, my son?' Turning around, he found himself facing a friendly old nun with kind eyes. She smiled warmly and said, “We’re just praying for our patients here.” The driver laughed it off, shook his head, and drove away, never realizing that ever since then, the nuns at Franciscan Medical Plaza had adopted him as their unofficial mascot.