The Woman Who Stopped Handing Over the Credit
There is a particular silence that settles over a conference room when someone else claims your work. Natalee Gibson knew that silence well. For two
Connie Worrell-Druliner built a business from scratch, raised five children, survived the moment three professionals told her to quit — and kept going anyway. This is her story. And stories like hers, from women everywhere who built something real.
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"I started with a desk, a phone, a prayer, and a 'me.' I was told it couldn't be done. I was told women didn't get loans. I was told to close my doors. Every single time, I suited up and showed up anyway.
Forty-three years later, when I walked into a room and they asked everyone I'd helped to stand up — most of the room rose."
— Connie Worrell-Druliner
There is a particular silence that settles over a conference room when someone else claims your work. Natalee Gibson knew that silence well. For two
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Doing Business with a Pink Pen — Connie's full story, from Petticoat Lane to 43 years in business, told the way she always told it: with warmth, faith, humor, and a pink pen.
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"The banker told me he didn't loan to women-owned businesses. I thanked him, stood up, pushed in my chair, and left. Then I drove west toward Mount Bachelor — literally looking for divine intervention — and found it in a parking lot."
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