You never really know how much you mean to those around you until something happens to you. Yesterday I was being careless and I wasn't expecting to slip on some ice. Me and my brothers and my dad went to Colorado for a day trip. Like we always do. We stopped at a gas station and when the truck came to a stop, I got out. But I sort of jumped out not really being all that careful. And I slipped on some pretty slippery ice. When I slipped I hit the back of my head on the truck. And I fell on my ass. Hitting my head pretty bad and scraping my arm on the ice as well. It all happened so quickly. Next thing I knew I was sitting on cold ice, my head, neck, back, butt and elbow were in sharp pain. I only heard "CHARLEY!!" As I was falling. Everything was a little blurry and my brothers picked me up and sat me in the truck. Juan my brother, said over and over "are you okay?" I tried to be strong. I was in pain but I choked back tears and said "awhhh...I'm okay..my elbow just hurts" After I gained full conscience back I dusted myself off, went into the store carefully. Walked into the women's bathroom and looked myself in the mirror, checked for bruises or anything. Lifted my sleeve up and saw my arm was bleeding. I just cleaned it up a bit. I walked out and told an employee about the slick ice and she took an offense to it. Yelled at me. I told her "don't get so touchy I'm just looking out for you guys I come here all the time." Throughout the day my brother asked if I was okay and all I could do was think back to how much I worried them. I'm small and they're all really protective of me. I scared them. But it made me realize that they do care. They're my only family that I have. It brought a tear to my eye. I love my brothers.