Quote: "Oh God. Please tell me they're okay?"
Yes, they're both fine now. This was way back in '02, but they were both pretty banged up when this happened. (Obviously)
It was the middle of February 2002 and my dad had taken my 4 year old brother, my 7 year old sister, and I to see these frozen waterfalls in this creek on Powers Run Road, near where my grandmother lives. The problem is, the creek is at the bottom of a 100 foot deep gorge.
So we're a little ways down the path to the bottom, and my dad tells us to wait there, cause he wants to make sure the path ahead of us is safe. he says it looks a little too icy.
he goes about ten feet ahead of us to check the path, and my sister asks me something, I dont remember what. I turn around to talk to her, and when I turn back, my little brother is wandering over to my dad.
My dad turns around the same time I do, just in time to see my brother start to slide. He (my dad) rushes over and grabs him to keep him from falling, but after he picks my brother up, his feet slide out from under him.
He slips, and falls down hard on his back, right on the edge of the hill right next to the edge.
At this point Im frozen up, and sit there helplessly as he slides off the edge. He slides down the face of the hill, which is nearly a straight drop, still clutching my brother.
He hits the bottom on his feet. the force of the impact shoots up his legs, breaking his left leg and shattering his pelvis. My brother lands four feet away in a pile of leaves.
I finally snap out it. I grab my sisters hand and run up the hill to the nearest. At the first two houses, no one answers. At the third, and elderly woman answers the door, and I start babbling incoherently about cliffs and water falls and my brother and dad.
She's old, hard of hearing, and cant understand a word Im saying.
I calm down enough to explain the situation, and she calls 911.
My sister and I sit in her living room and drink ginger ale until my mother and older sister show up.
In the end, my dad had to have his pelvis reconstructed, a metal pin put in his leg, and 14 stitches in his forehead. My brother had a hairline fracture in his skull, but was otherwise fine.
When he was in the hospital, my brother said to my mom,
"I liked the falling. I just didn't like the stopping part."
