About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the quiet hallway of the Department of Veterans Affairs Laredo VA Outpatient Clinic, a regular noticed something unusual one morning. Among the usual medical supplies and forms on the reception counter lay an old, dusty harmonica, its case emblazoned with the words ‘Never Alone’. No one could recall anyone bringing it in or seeing it before. Soon enough, rumors spread throughout the clinic that the harmonica had magical healing powers—reducing stress and lifting spirits. Before long, patients started arriving early just to grab a quick tune from 'Never Alone'. The only downside was that no one ever remembered who actually brought it in. But then again, maybe that's why everyone loved it so much—it truly was never alone.
2. In the supply closet of the Department of Veterans Affairs Laredo VA Outpatient Clinic, someone left behind an old coffee mug emblazoned with ‘World’s Best Nurse.’ Curious passersby began leaving notes and drawings inside it, turning it into a makeshift mailbox for anonymous compliments. One day, a delivery driver left a note reading, ‘Your package is stuck in customs… again!’ The mug quickly became known as the ‘World’s Best Joke Sender.’ Eventually, someone wrote, ‘Dear World’s Best Nurse, please marry me,’ and the whole clinic burst out laughing—even though no one knew who actually lived up to that title.
3. In the supply closet of the Department of Veterans Affairs Laredo VA Outpatient Clinic, every morning around dawn, a delivery driver hears faint whispers coming from the boxes of bandages and gauze. Curious, he peers inside and sees only empty boxes. But then, out of nowhere, his coffee thermos starts singing ‘Happy Birthday’ in Spanish. Turns out, it was just an old neighbor’s prank, leaving him with a good laugh—and a warm cup of coffee.
4. At dawn, when most clinics are still asleep, a delivery driver noticed something unusual in the parking lot of the Department of Veterans Affairs Laredo VA Outpatient Clinic. Curious, he approached and saw an old man, hunched over a wheelbarrow filled with flowers. ‘Sir,’ asked the driver, ‘what on earth are you doing here so early?’ The man looked up, smiling gently. ‘Just planting some love for our veterans,’ he replied. Turns out, it was a neighborhood tradition—every morning, someone from town would show up to tend to the clinic’s garden.