UPMC Shadyside Family Health Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet neighborhood of Shadyside, an elderly gentleman named Mr. Smith would often visit UPMC Shadyside Family Health Center for routine check-ups. One day, as he approached the entrance, he noticed something peculiar: every time he entered, the receptionist greeted him exactly three seconds after he sat down in the waiting room chair. Curious, Mr. Smith decided to test his observation. He counted silently under his breath and sure enough—three seconds later, the friendly receptionist smiled warmly and said hello. Turned out she had a habit of greeting patients precisely when they were most comfortable sitting down. From then on, whenever someone new arrived, everyone in the waiting room could hear her polite ‘good mornings’ timed perfectly with their seating.

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside UPMC Shadyside Family Health Center. A small bird kept flying into the same window, over and over again, as if trying to reach an invisible goal. Curious, he followed the bird’s determined flight path until it finally landed on a nearby bench. The delivery driver watched in amusement as another neighbor, taking out his morning newspaper, gently shooed the bird away with his paper. With a final flap of its wings, the little fellow flew off, never once realizing that its destination had been right behind him all along.

3. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the clinic’s doorstep—a small note that read: ‘Please leave your worries outside.’ Curious, he peered inside and found no one but heard whispers of calm conversations from within. As he stepped closer, he saw a sign reading ‘Healing Begins Here,’ and suddenly felt lighter than air. Inside, he discovered dozens of patients engaged in impromptu yoga sessions, guided by an invisible voice. After a few minutes, everyone emerged smiling, carrying only empty bags—except for one elderly gentleman who proudly announced, ‘I got two weeks’ supply of free cookies!’