Kosair Charities Sam Swope Centre

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic’s loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, he swore he heard faint laughter coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—until he smelled something sweet and strange, like cookies baking in an oven, even though it was past midnight. Just as he was about to leave, he noticed a small light under a door. Peering closer, he saw a tiny hand waving timidly. A little voice called out, ‘Delivery man, can you bring me some milk?’ Turns out, it was just a curious child playing hide-and-seek with her family. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and thought, ‘Next time I’ll check before assuming things are weird!’

2. Deep into the night, when most clinics are quiet, an elderly gentleman began visiting Kosair Charities Sam Swope Centre every Wednesday. He’d arrive with a basket full of cookies and leave without saying a word. One evening, a delivery driver noticed him leaving and asked where he got such yummy treats. The old man just smiled enigmatically. Months later, it turned out that the ‘mysterious visitor’ was actually the centre’s beloved janitor, who baked those cookies himself each week—just because he knew how much kids loved them. Everyone laughed, realizing the whole mystery had been right under their noses.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic’s loading dock. The air was suddenly filled with the strange scent of fresh-baked cookies. As he approached the door, a friendly voice called out, ‘Would you like some cookies with that?’ Turned out it was just an overzealous volunteer, handing him a warm tray. The next morning, everyone in town received a box of freshly baked goods—all donated by anonymous neighbors and delivered by a very confused but grateful delivery driver.

4. Early morning, when most clinics are closed, a jogger stumbled upon an unusual sight. A familiar face, usually seen only during daytime hours, emerged from the clinic's side entrance, carrying something bulky under their coat. Curious, the jogger followed at a distance and saw the person stop near a dumpster, pull out a cardboard sign that read ‘Will Jog for Coffee,’ and laugh heartily before heading home. Turns out it was just a regular trying to earn some extra beans.