The date was July 11th, 2015.
Millions of people swarm in every day demanding a free frozen treat.
Well on that specific day at that specific location, a hero was born.
What he thought would be a joyful day turned into absolute mayhem.
A 109 degree heat wave came through Long Island, leaving everyone sweaty and irritable.
Typically AC would solve that, but the AC was broken at 7-Eleven that day.
“Well at least he had a partner to help him out?”
you’d ponder to yourself.
His co-worker called out sick at the last minute, leaving this solider all alone.
It still should’ve been a pretty simple day considering the slurpees are self-serve.
But on the worst day possible, the slurpee machine broke.
A line formed around the block with angry, thirsty customers suffering in the 112 degree heat.
The slurpee machine got fixed.
The fire was put out.
The customers were served.
The clock struck 3:00 PM and he handed over his shift to the next brave platoon of 7-Eleven soldiers.
But what that boy did at that 7-Eleven that day changed him forever.
It turned him from boy to man in a way that puberty never quite could.
It was a heroic day that should one day be written about in US History textbooks.
That boy doesn’t want the recognition of being a hero, but he does deserve it.
And that boy…….. was me.
