Note From Greyson Pack Ambassador Maurice Allen: 


A 1st Again … but this time it’s different … I am eternally grateful.

Note From Greyson
Pack Ambassador Maurice Allen: 


A 1st Again … but this time it’s different …
I am eternally grateful.

Spiritual Pack Sunday.
Lead Your Pack.

Spiritual Pack Sunday.
Lead Your Pack.

This moment is not mine alone.

It belongs to my faith, my ancestors, and every hand that lifted me along the way.

My purpose was never fame—it was always impact.

Today, I will have the opportunity to do yet another first in an industry that was chosen for me by a pathway designed by God. If I had it my way, I never could have imagined doing so many of the things that I’ve been able to do. I’m certain that if I were in control, there would be more money and fame attached to the journey I’ve taken in golf. I would not have struggled the way I did in the past—and still do now—with sponsors and money. I would have people knocking down my door to promote the accomplishments I’ve achieved over the years. I also would have never planned for the countless times I was knocked down flat on my ass with all others success thrown in my face. These are things I wouldn’t wish on anyone, and I often wondered why it was happening to me.

Honestly, it wasn’t until this morning that it all started to make sense, and I finally began to make peace with it all.

I never grew up with a care nor a personal worry in the world. That doesn’t mean my parents were perfect people; it just means they were master magicians and illusionists, because I never saw the struggles, pain, and heartbreak they individually or collectively experienced, endured, and eventually had to overcome. My life was exposed to everything but pain and abuse, which allowed me to dream. This dreaming gave me the ability to strive for unrealistic things and always see a way in places where there truly wasn’t one. Living this sheltered life placed me in a position of being naive in thinking that my experience was normal. Funny enough, when you believe your “blessings” are the norm and think that everyone has these same capabilities, it puts you in a position to see the true power of human connection.

We are taught to dream big, but so few of us actually have the chance to do so—mainly because so much of our creativity is stolen so early. People are forced to deal with adult-like situations without the ability to walk through life with the eyes of an innocent child, or to see one’s future through adversity and struggle, yet still with abundance. I will never get the glitz and glamour I imagined in my dreams, because that fame was all about me. This is about something so much bigger than me—something I never would have placed selfishly as part of this dream for myself. This is all about impact.

On my journey, I truly struggled. I learned what adversity really was and how bad life could get—and it got really bad. But because my parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents instilled a foundation of faith, courage, love, empathy, and ancestry in my life from the very beginning—and drilled it into my head until it became part of my subconscious—it allowed me to never question God along this journey, no matter how many times I questioned myself. Walking a path of being chosen to have great impact had to be hard, because I had to find my unselfish passion to follow God and serve those who came before me.

The road to this point has been filled with:

“No.”

“We’ve had a change in direction.”

“It’s just not a good time.”

“Here he goes with this race stuff again.”

“We can’t say that.”

And other comments I didn’t fully understand at the time. It was never about people’s rejection—it was about my maturity to be fully submissive to God’s plan and to understand the significance of what was being done.

I had to take this road because it was ultimately the only way to get here—right now—sitting in a hotel room in Portland, Oregon, at 4:40 a.m., writing this message. Everything I went through has allowed me to come as close as possible to experiencing the lives of those whom I attempt to honor.

There’s a reason that, up until December 16, 2025, this piece of the puzzle had been left out. It’s not because I’m that great of a person, or because I was the only one who could do it. No. It’s because, over the years, in the midst of the kicks and beatings I took along the way, there was always a kind soul with a hand out to help me up—even as others booed me back to my feet. After I said thank you and continued forward—walking into the next beating I was eventually going to take—the next set of cheers came, mixed with boos, as a different hand helped me back to my feet yet again. After fifteen years of repeating that cycle and walking this horrible, rough, rugged path, this morning I decided to stop and look back.

This morning, I realized it took this long to add this piece to the puzzle because it was far too heavy for one person to lift alone. But at 5:12 a.m., when I stopped and looked at the path I’ve walked to get here, I realized I couldn’t see any of it at all. All I could see were the people who reached out a hand to lift me from every beating I took along the way. Those hands—reaching out with love and empathy I thought I had left behind—made the decision to follow me. Now that I think about it, there were times I wanted to give up, but my feet wouldn’t stop moving. That was them pushing me forward.

This whole time, God was building me an army I didn’t even know existed until they were already in formation. So the history made today isn’t mine—it’s ours, because I never could have done it alone. The acronym I’ve carried on every single bag throughout my career makes so much more sense in this very moment. “Thank you” will never fully express the impact you’ve had on me. Hopefully, the impact of our connection will inspire others to do the same.

For

All

Those

Who

Helped

Along

The

Way

F.A.T.W.H.A.T.W.

I am eternally grateful.