At work there is a poor old man with a scare to show a gruesome memory of his past. He goes by the name alex and works as a freight worker in the docks. One day at lunch I approached alex to see if he wanted to eat lunch with me, he accepted. Alex seemed like a nice and decent fellow, we talked and got along great. One thing I noticed about him was his glass eye. I know it was not any of my business but I couldn't help but wonder what could have happened to him? The next day we sat and ate lunch together when he popped up the question and asked me," You want to know how I got this don't you?". I nervously said," Sure what is the story behind your eye?". He told me, " Back in the late 1970s I use to own some apartment building's in east los angeles when some punks wouldn't leave the premise I told them to go away". He continued," When I told them to leave the property they threaten me with various insults including that if they were to see me again they would be the last people I'll see". " Later that night I heard the front gate opened by force, as soon as I opened my eye's they were punching me in the face". " They kept knocking me out and when I would regain consciousness they would knock me out again, soon after a miracle happened someone heard what was going on and called the police". "All three of the young men were caught and put behind bars, I may have lost an eye in the process but I'am grateful to be alive". I stood in shock by what he told me all I said to him was," I'm sorry what happened to you", he replied," It's ok remember to live every moment to the fullest, that's what I think every time I see my eye". 