My wife came to me one day and asked if I would go to a meeting with her. As most men would do I said NO! She came back and asked me again and maybe one more time and as most men, I finally decided that would be the only way to get her off my back. I thought to myself “I will go, keep my mouth shut and maybe the time will pass quickly”.

The night came and I went as promised. I had already made up my mind I would not get anything out of the meeting and after one meeting I would be off the hook. The meeting was for the women folk. They are the ones that need to talk and show emotions and all that junk. I am a man and not only didn’t need that junk but didn’t want it either. I was thinking all the way to the meeting that there was gonna be a bunch of women crying and carrying on.

When we arrived it was two guys and a bunch of women. The nightmare had started just as I had thought. Then we had to go around and tell everyone who we were and all that women stuff. I had a name tag on, wasn’t that good enough? “Keep it short Craig!” I introduced myself and looked to my left as to say “It’s your turn”. Then it started. Here came the water works. All those women were telling their story and cryin. Man oh man, I didn’t think I could take much of that.

Well, my story was that my first little buddy Zack died when he was 11 days old. We never got to take him home, he died in the hospital. WHY? What had I done? Man I did not know how to handle that at all. So I did what any warm blooded man would do. I did nothing. You see when stuff happens, guys think they have to fix it, whatever it is. And when we cannot fix it then we just shut down. That’s what guys are supposed to do, fix it. It couldn’t be fixed so I just did nothing. I tried to put it out of my mind. Guess what? That didn’t work either. I did not discuss Zack with anyone, ANYONE. I could not fix him so I failed. Guy’s hate failure, we do not take it well so we just do not discuss it. For sixteen years I did not discuss Zack with anyone.

Then all the sudden I was sitting in that meeting with one other guy and a bunch of women and I start talking. My mind told me “SHUT UP”. My heart told me “it’s time to get some things off my chest”. I don’t know exactly how long I talked but I was blubberin more that any two women in the meeting.

To answer the question “What does Glory Babies mean to me”? I do not know if you can put it into words. Do you have any idea how much hate one can build up in sixteen years? Do you know how black ones heart can become? Do you know how far apart a couple can become? I shut out someone that I love more than life itself. I ignored what should have been the most important part of my life. We had two beautiful boys later but I missed a bunch of stuff in their life because my priorities were so screwed up it was not funny. After sixteen long years I was able to finally talk about Zack. I realized that night what I had done to my family and was none to proud of it.

So to sum it all up in one sentence I would have to say Glory Babies did more for me than I ever did for them. I made some wonderful friends that I will never forget. I was able to clear the air. I was able to become closer to my wife and realize how much I really love her. I think I was even able to become closer with my two buds, Ben and Jacob. But most of all I think I was able to come closer to God. You see, for sixteen years my hate was aimed at the one person that loved me more than anyone on Earth. I did not want to give up my first son but God gave up his only son for me, and you. I was lucky. He gave me two more sons to love and cherish. So, Glory Babies actually put me back on the right path and allowed me to clean and clear up my heart. How do you put that in words?
– Craig Davis

Glory Babies Group: Boerne