About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning hours, before dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Virginia Mason Franciscan Health Medical Pavilion with an urgent package. As he approached the entrance, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Please be advised—today is not just any day. Today is National Coffee Day.’ The delivery driver looked puzzled but shrugged and said, 'Alright then!' He opened the box, took out a thermos, and poured himself a steaming cup of coffee. Just as he was sipping it, a nurse walked by and asked, 'Did you get the wrong package?' To which he replied, smiling broadly, 'No ma'am, I got exactly what I needed today.'
2. In the quiet afternoon, a nurse glanced out the window and noticed something peculiar on the pavement near the entrance. A delivery driver had left behind an unusual package—an old-fashioned wooden toy train set, complete with tiny figures and a miniature station. Curious, she picked it up and found a small note attached: ‘For someone who needs a little joy today.’ The next day, another package appeared—a vintage tea set for the staff room. Soon, neighbors started leaving their own treasures: handmade cookies, family photos, even a dusty board game. It turned out that anonymous deliveries were making Virginia Mason Franciscan Health feel like home.
3. In the late night hours, a young child woke up suddenly, pointing towards the window. ‘Mama,’ she whispered, ‘what’s that strange light?’ ‘Oh honey,’ her mother replied sleepily, ‘that’s just St. Jude checking on us.’ The little girl nodded off again, but not before whispering one more thing: ‘Can he bring us some cookies too?’ And from then on, whenever anyone visited Virginia Mason, they’d find fresh baked goods left anonymously outside the entrance—delivered by none other than St. Jude himself, apparently.
4. In the middle of the day, a delivery driver parked his truck near the pavilion’s entrance. Curious about an unusual package, he opened it to find… nothing but a single leaflet with a mysterious phone number scribbled on it. Confused and intrigued, the delivery driver called the number. A friendly voice asked him if he was feeling unwell today. ‘No,’ he replied, puzzled. The voice then said, “That’s good! Because we’re out of flu shots for the week.” He hung up, shook his head, and drove off, muttering something about strange days in Seattle.