Have a Sexy Viking Christmas

Facebook memories tells me this time last year, I was looking for a place for David and I.  I was staying in a shelter.  David was being fostered.  Shortly there after, I got a place with a fem friend.  She split after a few days with my check card.  I seem to have that effect on women.  The place did not have a wheelchair ramp.  There was no food in crawling range.  She had shut off the electric.  So no heat or telephone until I got another check card.  I managed because I am a Sexy Viking.

This Christmas, David and I have a home.  We are warm and fed.  I have my power chair and an in-range grocery store.  Most importantly I have my David.  I am grateful because I am a Sexy Viking.

Due to adversity, the Sexy Viking knows s/he can overcome.  But the reward of being a Sexy Viking are those moments you know there is nothing to overcome. A Sexy Viking strives for independence, but enjoys the rewards of a day off from hewing all those foe men.  The Sexy Viking also knows when to thank those who gave him the day off.

My foe man is poverty.  Many thanks to the patrons who have given me a day away from struggle.  Sure, everyone is at odds with poverty.  A Sexy Viking does something about that foe.  With or without legs, the Sexy Viking is willing to run into battle.  He or she might even revel in battle. But the Sexy Viking also revels in a day off with his dog and thanks those who gave him the hope required to take that day off.

Thank you, my patrons and other supporters.  It is nice having a home.