Victoria Gao

5 Day Challenge

I'm Living Below the Line...

Because I believe in a world where education is a human right, but also the best way of empowering people so they can raise themselves out of poverty. I believe in the capacity of young people to be able to make a difference in the world. Live Below the Line will give me a small glimpse into what life can be like with limited choices and through fundraising I hope to play my part in helping end poverty. Please either join me in doing Live Below the Line or Dine Below the Line or donate to me today!

My Challenges

LBL Expert Recruited a friend Changed Pic Started a Team
Activated Challenge Mode Shared my Page Created my First Blog Followed LBL on Instagram
Upp'd my Fundraising Goal Got my 1st Donation Raised $300 Smashed my Fundraising Goal

Thank you to my Sponsors

$53

Dylan Chan

Delivering in true leadership fashion! Good luck to your great cause :))

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Christopher Cao

Buffet time!

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Jessica Gao

$50

Athra

Love the cause Victoria!

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Isabella Kang

❤️ proud of u

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Angela Chen

Good luck Victoria I'm so proud of you xx

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Jim

vic go dinner, eat some meat

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Jim Ji

Your highness, thank you for the good cause you are partaking in

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Vanessa Lockwood

Good luck Vicky G! Hope you enjoy your oatmeal xx

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Manil Abeysekera

Enjoy your last 24hrs

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Lena Shi

$20

Hillary Florence Lee

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Esther Pak

$15.60

Lauren Han

👏👏

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Joanna Huang

on behalf of anne and gilbert

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Damien Hong

Your sister told me to donate

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Ms Darcy I Bradley

$5.20

Claudia Ho

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Leila Liu

You go girl 🙆🏻‍♀️

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Anonymous

N ROYAL BENEVOLENCE. Most humbly Inscribed to Her MAJESTY Queen VICTORIA _MOST bounteous QUEEN, my grateful Thanks I pay, Which scarcely for the Dress of Words will stay: Your ROYAL MAJESTY a state-conqueror took From Labour, pleas'd with his mean trifling Book: And now the Reptile at your Foot-stool lays In humble Strains, to sing your worthy Praise. The peasants request your royal Aid, And make Addresses to a fictious Shade. But I need no such Phantoms to inspire; Your Royal Bounty sets my Soul on fire; And what I lov'd before, I now admire. As on our Parents Labour was intail'd, I work'd, and fallen State of Man bewail'd: I pray'd for Ease, from Sorrow, Want and Pain, And labour'd, my poor Offspring to maintain. Without ambitious Thoughts, or Wishes vain, I found my Ease in only Rest from Pain; And bless'd the Giver, when I thrash'd the Grain. YET Want sometimes would stare me in the Face, And scarce my Labour wou'd supply my Race. WHEN Heav'n, in pity to my poor Estate, Brought me in Favour with the Wise and Great: And heaping Bounty upon Bounty more, Rais'd me to Plenty from a Threshing-floor. Your Royal Goodness o're my Cottage shone, With brighter Beams, than did the rising Sun: And from a Barn Companion to the Mice, Plac'd me at Ease, and in a Paradice. Under great Heaven, my QUEEN I must adore, Whose bounteous Soul no Captive needs implore. Like Phoebus, in his Glory, all She sees, And blesses all in various Degrees. May Heav'n preserve all who surround her Throne, And may her Line ne'er want a ROYAL SON. Now, as I've leisure Fancy to display, My Pen shall ever grateful Homage pay: For sure no Wretch can e're so stupid prove, As to be blind to such abundant Love. What am I—What I was—From whence I came, Are Thoughts can't leave me long without a Theme. WHEN e're I view the Grain in Barn or Field, Or see a Farm that does GOD's Blessing veild; The Prospect will such Contemplation raise, As must begin in Joy, and end in Praise. No Meadow green, or Stack or Cock of Hay, But where I view will furnish an Essay: And then the Objects of my Praise will be, The mighty Lord, and her great Majesty. Our GOD, the Author of Benevolence, Who does, by second Causes, Gifts dispense; In Goodness as in Greatness infinite, His Children to good Actions does excite. HE saw her Majesty made up of Love, And often heard her Orrisons above. To know his Will, and knowing it to do His Work, is all She aims at here below. Th'Almighty seeing so much Christian Grace, And how, on Earth, she ran the heavenly Race; Has constituted ROYAL CAROLINE His Agent here, to make his Glory shine. The Noble, Great and Powerful, humbly kneel; Submissive, full of Loyalty and Zeal: And ask but to obey to all Commands, Sign'd by such just and mutal Royal Hands. The poor anticipated have no more, Than but to have it barely known they're Poor. Nay, some have strove their Poverty to hide, Through Shame, or what should shame, remaining Pride. But such our Royal QUEEN in secret found, And brought them out of Mire to blessed Ground. And this contriving and performing Good, Runs in each Vein of ROYAL Blood.

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Anonymous