The Power of Righteousness is Mine
copyrighted 1995 -- Marilyn Ann (Foran) Ellsworth
Shands Teaching Hospital
1991 Volunteer Services Department Personnel
STANDING L TO R:
Sandra Wigglesworth, Manager & Raymond Meyers, Staff Assistant
SEATED IN FRONT L TO R:
Marilyn A. Ellsworth, Staff Assistant to the Director & Annette Higgins Smith, Director
1991 Volunteer Services Department Personnel
STANDING L TO R:
Sandra Wigglesworth, Manager & Raymond Meyers, Staff Assistant
SEATED IN FRONT L TO R:
Marilyn A. Ellsworth, Staff Assistant to the Director & Annette Higgins Smith, Director
Horace and Marilyn Ellsworth, 1991.
This short story is a testament to the jaw-droppinig awsomeness of Jehovah, Our God! It epitomizes just how much He wants to show us His power in and through us. I wrote the book It's Not About You! about this series of events, and it contains copies of the actual documents I used as God directed me through each court system, by the power of my righteousness and the power of Jesus' mighty name!
Nothing said here is confidential or slanderous. It has all been proven in a court of law and is a matter of public record!
This short story is a testament to the jaw-droppinig awsomeness of Jehovah, Our God! It epitomizes just how much He wants to show us His power in and through us. I wrote the book It's Not About You! about this series of events, and it contains copies of the actual documents I used as God directed me through each court system, by the power of my righteousness and the power of Jesus' mighty name!
Nothing said here is confidential or slanderous. It has all been proven in a court of law and is a matter of public record!
When I went to work for a renowned university hospital's Department of Volunteer Services, I thought I'd finally found my dream job, my answer to prayer. At my job interview, I mentioned that as a Christian, I would not lie, cheat, or steal either from or for my employer. I said that if the job involved any of that it would be best not to hire me. What I got was a living nightmare that dragged on for years and sorely tested the power of what I believed. But I always knew my God, Jehovah, is able!
At first, my job as staff assistant to the Director of Volunteer Services was full, demanding, and satisfying. During my first six months in a position that had not existed before, I used my thirty years of experience and training to organize data processing, create three integrated databases, and master the hospital's regular information systems. I processed data files of several thousand volunteers, and handled numerous daily administrative routines. I worked so much overtime that the cost of my overtime pay justified the hiring of another staff assistant, who was hired shortly after my six-month performance review.
My newly-hired male counterpart had never worked as a data processing clerk, a secretary, or an administrative assistant. He had no computer training or experience, could track only one conversation at a time (we had six incoming phone lines), and after two years of trying had been unable to pass a simple 35 word-per-minute typing test. Yet, the difference between his hiring wage and my wage at six month's of employment with, and proven contributions to the hospital, and thirty years of experience in the field, was a mere eight cents an hour! To make matters worse, his schedule allowed for an unpaid lunch break, while I was docked for a lunch break I could never take, because he couldn't handle the office by himself.
I prayed for relief, but none came, which is not to say my prayers went unanswered. It was just that God had other plans to accomplish though me, and He began to lead me through dreams and visions. One night, I dreamed I was riding along in a car toward a green traffic light in the distance. A voice said, “Stale green!” and I awoke.
The next morning I asked my husband, an ex-patrolman, what “stale green” meant to him.
“The traffic flow is about to stop!” He said. “The amber light is about to flash and you’d best slow down.”
God was warning me, and we both knew it.
So, I quietly discussed the discrimination situation with several people in personnel, to no avail. I wrote them several times to document my position. Twice during my second year on the job, I tried to transfer to another department. The reason I didn't get the transfers? The Director of Volunteer Services was required to approve the transfer during the application process and she refused. The stress, combined with having to eat lunch at my desk while I worked and rarely being able to leave my desk to use the restroom, began to affect my health, and finally my bowel perforated, requiring painful surgery.
When I took a short medical leave to have my bowel repaired, the director made a job-fatal indiscretion. Before leaving, I had prepared all travel vouchers and itineraries for all volunteers and personnel for the coming six weeks and collected all of the required approval signatures, including that of the vice president overseeing our departmental budget.
When I came back and checked through the vouchers, I noticed that the director had revised her airline ticket (which then did not match the approval voucher) to include legs of airfare for personal travel to a destination not on her business itinerary. Had I let that discrepancy go unreported and it was later discovered in an audit, I'd have been held responsible for the costs of her deceit and thievery. It surely came as no surprise to my boss when I called the discrepancy to her attention and suggested she repay the voucher. Her response was to threaten me. She said, "If you know which side of your bread I butter, you'll ignore it..." and never made any attempt to repay it.
So, I took all of my complaints (of the Director's thefts, deceits, and discrimination disparity), privately, to our vice president. He then spoke with the department manager, who confirmed the situations and my ill treatment. The vice president then launched a secret investigation of the director, authorizing the department manager and I to look for and to document any evidence of the director's unauthorized expenditures, wage and hour violations, sex discrimination and personal injury against me. He reassured us that there was no possibility of reprisals against either of us. Still, as a precaution, I secretly mailed photocopies of all the documentation to myself under a pseudo name and address. It was the only way I could get the evidence out of the office without the director's knowledge. After three months, we'd accumulated staggering proofs of embezzlement and inequity. Things were looking up.
But then God gave me another, disquieting dream. In it, I was driving to work before sunup, with my headlights on, when a fisure opened in the road ahead of me and my car plunged into it. There was no bottom and I kept falling, caught in a dry scream, so that there was no noise. In the headlights, I could see the ground I was passing, going faster and faster. Then there was a might “whoosh” sound from under me, and my descent slowed. Suddenly, the car and I crashed (without a jolt) into water and my descent continued but slowly stopped and I began to ascend with the bubbles... until my car (still running) popped above the water, right where I’d driven off the road, and the water carried the car and me, still screaming in silence, onto the other side of the road. Then I woke up.
The manager, who had keys to all confidential files in the office, offered to provide me with the other staff assistant's written job review to compare with mine, to help substantiate my sex discrimination allegations. My position provided me with legitimate access to everything else. The manager mailed the original document to me at the office, and after I'd reviewed it, we discussed it privately in her office behind closed doors. Again, I mailed a copy to myself incognito.
Several months later I had this dream: I was sitting in the director’s office with someone else.
The director said, “I’m not on trial here!”
I answered, “Yes, you are. Have you ever stolen from this establishment?”
Again the director said, “I’m not on trial here!”
So, I asked, “Have you ever falsified corporate documents?”
The director said again, “I’m not on trial here!”
So, I said, in the dream, “Behold, the judgment of the Lord is upon you!”
The day after that dream, the director fired me, in the presence of a Human Resources Officer, for having read my coworker's review and having discussed it with the manager. The Spirit of the Lord reminded me of the dream, and I repeated what He has shown me to her. It went exactly as it was in the dream, and I had the peace of God inside that defies understanding!
Assuming she had fired me without the vice president's knowledge or approval, I filed for a grievance hearing with the hospital administration that same day. The grievance hearing was scheduled for ten days later.
In another dream, as I sought the Lord earnestly for direction, He repeated this scripture: [KJV] Psa 149:5 "Let the saints be joyful in glory: let them sing aloud upon their beds. Psa 149:6 Let the high praises of God be in their mouth, and a twoedged sword in their hand; Psa 149:7 To execute vengeance upon the heathen, and punishments upon the people; Psa 149:8 To bind their kings with chains, and their nobles with fetters of iron; Psa 149:9 To execute upon them the judgment written: this honour have all his saints. Praise ye the LORD."
When I awoke, I sang praises to God all day, both in English and in unknown tongues, which are the “high Priases.”
I knew the scripture well from having written a book titled Laws of Deliverance, from Proverbs, in the early 1980’s, that Eph 6:11 says: Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. Eph 6:12 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Eph 6:13 Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Eph 6:14 Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness; Eph 6:15 And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace; Eph 6:16 Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked. Eph 6:17 And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God: Eph 6:18 Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints; Eph 6:19 And for me, that utterance may be given unto me, that I may open my mouth boldly, to make known the mystery of the gospel, Eph 6:20 For which I am an ambassador in bonds: that therein I may speak boldly, as I ought to speak.
I spent two days strengthening myself in priase, with prayer, and emerged from then having been transformed from a Son and Heir into a King and Priest, and I knew it! My spirit had been transformed into LionHeart! I could honestly say, as King David did, “Who do those uncircumcised Philistines (heathens) think they are?” And I was confident my God was about to do the Miraculous in my behalf.
I spent those ten days making preparations for war, just in case the vice president had known about my termination ahead of time. I prepared some legal forms: 1) a Wage and Hour Claim for Civil Action for unpaid lunch hours that I'd been forced to work, 2) an Unemployment Compensation Claim for firing me without cause, and 3) an Equal Employment Opportunity Commission Complaint of Sex Discrimination, and I kept the personal injury and sex discrimination on the back burner for later use. I knew the scripture says, “build precept upon precept, line upon line.” When I went to the grievance hearing, I had the lawsuit forms in self-addressed, stamped envelopes with me and ready to mail; and a copy for the VP.
The grievance hearing was relatively formal. Taking notes of the meeting was the vice president's assistant, who also happened to be one of the women from personnel with whom I'd had the most contact concerning my internal claims of sex discrimination. I began my presentation by reminding him of the conversation he and I had had that led to the investigation of the director to begin with, wherein he had assured me that no documentation I uncovered as evidence of my complaints against her would be held against me. He denied having any knowledge of my claims of sex discrimination. That's when I knew this was a real test of what I am really made of.
The vice present sat silently through the rest of my presentation. Then he said, "Mrs. Ellsworth, you don't understand. You're just a staff assistant..."
"I think not," I heard myself say boldly. "I was ‘just a staff assistant.’ Now, I am a screaming war eagle in the Army of my God, whose constitutional rights have been violated! And you, sir, are the one ultimately responsible for that."
We glared at one another across the table.
"Well, what do you want me to do for you as part of this hearing?"
"I want you to fire the violator and reinstate me in my job."
We studied each other silently for several long moments. "I can't do that, Mrs. Ellsworth," he said solemnly without breaking our gaze.
I rose from my chair with an unusual calm, and a mighty resolve in my spirit, reached into my purse for his copy of the forms I had prepared, smiled at him, and said, "That's too bad. I guess I'll see you in courts then."
One at a time, I handed him the hospital's copies of my Unemployment Compensation claim, my Small Claims Action for Lost Wages claim; my Sex Discrimination complaint to the State of Florida Human Relations Commission; and a letter of complaint I'd written to an attorney who had agreed to handle my Sex Discrimination Suit in federal court.
He blanched pale as Death. The realization that he had made the wrong decision was written all over his face.
The Bible tells me that "a good name is rather to be chosen than great riches," and I was not about to permit my reputation to be slandered by persons of lesser principles. I was determined to clear my name at all cost.
In short, I won the original Unemployment Compensation hearing and the hospital’s appeal. Representing myself, with God Almighty directing every word of every hearing, I countered their claims of wrong-doing and filed for a hearing before a judge, which was a separate hearing. Every witness they brought forth to condemn me, praised me! God even allowed me to hear the Jewish judge speak of “Jesus, my Lord!” and I knew he was on my side. The evidence was overwhelmingly in my favor.
For the Small Claims Court, I did my own legal work again, and won my proven lost wages. When faced with the substantial evidence against them, the hospital openly admitted their guilt in court. Shortly thereafter, they cut me a check.
After the Florida Human Relations Commission reviewed my case and granted my "right to sue" letter, I hired an attorney to file a federal Sex Discrimination Case, but after opening the case, she quit. Thereafter, I continued on my own, representing myself through the deposition, and again, the Lord showed me days before each event what to do and how to do it. He left no stone unturned. In the court room, He filled my mouth with His wisdom.
When I sent out the Summons to compel people to come in for depositions, the Lord told me to add a cover sheet containing scriptures about False Witnesses bringing judgment upon themselves, and what God expects of witnesses. I filed those with the court!
I was days away from scheduling arbitration when my former employer offered to settle out of court. After negotiating for what I wanted, we settled.
Despite the hospital's deep pockets and vast resources, I won, and won, and won, and won because righteousness counts with my God. It took three years and four courts to have my basic complaints heard, but my name was cleared and my personal losses were vindicated.
Both the Director of Volunteer Services and the departmental vice president “resigned” shortly after our "grievance hearing" in the vice president's office. When the resultant costs of the claims and the details of the federal case reached the corporate board of director's, the Chief Executive Officer didn't fare well, either.
Our state received a bonus from my personal sex discrimination experience. I proposed an Anti-Aiding and -Abetting Discrimination Amendment to the Florida Constitution, to circumvent the low damage cap, to place on companies who coerce, encourage, or knowingly enable employees to break Federal Discrimination Laws. If approved, it will make such law-breaking employees equally, and individually, responsible, with their employers, for damages to their victims.
(http://www.webspawner.com/users/petitioner/index.html)
In the end, justice prevailed. As an added bonus, I get to share my story with others in the hope that it will give them the courage to stand up for what's right in God's eyes, even when the opposing forces are formidable. With faith in God to guide me and give me strength, I took on my Goliath and triumphed. You can too.
At first, my job as staff assistant to the Director of Volunteer Services was full, demanding, and satisfying. During my first six months in a position that had not existed before, I used my thirty years of experience and training to organize data processing, create three integrated databases, and master the hospital's regular information systems. I processed data files of several thousand volunteers, and handled numerous daily administrative routines. I worked so much overtime that the cost of my overtime pay justified the hiring of another staff assistant, who was hired shortly after my six-month performance review.
My newly-hired male counterpart had never worked as a data processing clerk, a secretary, or an administrative assistant. He had no computer training or experience, could track only one conversation at a time (we had six incoming phone lines), and after two years of trying had been unable to pass a simple 35 word-per-minute typing test. Yet, the difference between his hiring wage and my wage at six month's of employment with, and proven contributions to the hospital, and thirty years of experience in the field, was a mere eight cents an hour! To make matters worse, his schedule allowed for an unpaid lunch break, while I was docked for a lunch break I could never take, because he couldn't handle the office by himself.
I prayed for relief, but none came, which is not to say my prayers went unanswered. It was just that God had other plans to accomplish though me, and He began to lead me through dreams and visions. One night, I dreamed I was riding along in a car toward a green traffic light in the distance. A voice said, “Stale green!” and I awoke.
The next morning I asked my husband, an ex-patrolman, what “stale green” meant to him.
“The traffic flow is about to stop!” He said. “The amber light is about to flash and you’d best slow down.”
God was warning me, and we both knew it.
So, I quietly discussed the discrimination situation with several people in personnel, to no avail. I wrote them several times to document my position. Twice during my second year on the job, I tried to transfer to another department. The reason I didn't get the transfers? The Director of Volunteer Services was required to approve the transfer during the application process and she refused. The stress, combined with having to eat lunch at my desk while I worked and rarely being able to leave my desk to use the restroom, began to affect my health, and finally my bowel perforated, requiring painful surgery.
When I took a short medical leave to have my bowel repaired, the director made a job-fatal indiscretion. Before leaving, I had prepared all travel vouchers and itineraries for all volunteers and personnel for the coming six weeks and collected all of the required approval signatures, including that of the vice president overseeing our departmental budget.
When I came back and checked through the vouchers, I noticed that the director had revised her airline ticket (which then did not match the approval voucher) to include legs of airfare for personal travel to a destination not on her business itinerary. Had I let that discrepancy go unreported and it was later discovered in an audit, I'd have been held responsible for the costs of her deceit and thievery. It surely came as no surprise to my boss when I called the discrepancy to her attention and suggested she repay the voucher. Her response was to threaten me. She said, "If you know which side of your bread I butter, you'll ignore it..." and never made any attempt to repay it.
So, I took all of my complaints (of the Director's thefts, deceits, and discrimination disparity), privately, to our vice president. He then spoke with the department manager, who confirmed the situations and my ill treatment. The vice president then launched a secret investigation of the director, authorizing the department manager and I to look for and to document any evidence of the director's unauthorized expenditures, wage and hour violations, sex discrimination and personal injury against me. He reassured us that there was no possibility of reprisals against either of us. Still, as a precaution, I secretly mailed photocopies of all the documentation to myself under a pseudo name and address. It was the only way I could get the evidence out of the office without the director's knowledge. After three months, we'd accumulated staggering proofs of embezzlement and inequity. Things were looking up.
But then God gave me another, disquieting dream. In it, I was driving to work before sunup, with my headlights on, when a fisure opened in the road ahead of me and my car plunged into it. There was no bottom and I kept falling, caught in a dry scream, so that there was no noise. In the headlights, I could see the ground I was passing, going faster and faster. Then there was a might “whoosh” sound from under me, and my descent slowed. Suddenly, the car and I crashed (without a jolt) into water and my descent continued but slowly stopped and I began to ascend with the bubbles... until my car (still running) popped above the water, right where I’d driven off the road, and the water carried the car and me, still screaming in silence, onto the other side of the road. Then I woke up.
The manager, who had keys to all confidential files in the office, offered to provide me with the other staff assistant's written job review to compare with mine, to help substantiate my sex discrimination allegations. My position provided me with legitimate access to everything else. The manager mailed the original document to me at the office, and after I'd reviewed it, we discussed it privately in her office behind closed doors. Again, I mailed a copy to myself incognito.
Several months later I had this dream: I was sitting in the director’s office with someone else.
The director said, “I’m not on trial here!”
I answered, “Yes, you are. Have you ever stolen from this establishment?”
Again the director said, “I’m not on trial here!”
So, I asked, “Have you ever falsified corporate documents?”
The director said again, “I’m not on trial here!”
So, I said, in the dream, “Behold, the judgment of the Lord is upon you!”
The day after that dream, the director fired me, in the presence of a Human Resources Officer, for having read my coworker's review and having discussed it with the manager. The Spirit of the Lord reminded me of the dream, and I repeated what He has shown me to her. It went exactly as it was in the dream, and I had the peace of God inside that defies understanding!
Assuming she had fired me without the vice president's knowledge or approval, I filed for a grievance hearing with the hospital administration that same day. The grievance hearing was scheduled for ten days later.
In another dream, as I sought the Lord earnestly for direction, He repeated this scripture: [KJV] Psa 149:5 "Let the saints be joyful in glory: let them sing aloud upon their beds. Psa 149:6 Let the high praises of God be in their mouth, and a twoedged sword in their hand; Psa 149:7 To execute vengeance upon the heathen, and punishments upon the people; Psa 149:8 To bind their kings with chains, and their nobles with fetters of iron; Psa 149:9 To execute upon them the judgment written: this honour have all his saints. Praise ye the LORD."
When I awoke, I sang praises to God all day, both in English and in unknown tongues, which are the “high Priases.”
I knew the scripture well from having written a book titled Laws of Deliverance, from Proverbs, in the early 1980’s, that Eph 6:11 says: Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. Eph 6:12 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Eph 6:13 Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Eph 6:14 Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness; Eph 6:15 And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace; Eph 6:16 Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked. Eph 6:17 And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God: Eph 6:18 Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints; Eph 6:19 And for me, that utterance may be given unto me, that I may open my mouth boldly, to make known the mystery of the gospel, Eph 6:20 For which I am an ambassador in bonds: that therein I may speak boldly, as I ought to speak.
I spent two days strengthening myself in priase, with prayer, and emerged from then having been transformed from a Son and Heir into a King and Priest, and I knew it! My spirit had been transformed into LionHeart! I could honestly say, as King David did, “Who do those uncircumcised Philistines (heathens) think they are?” And I was confident my God was about to do the Miraculous in my behalf.
I spent those ten days making preparations for war, just in case the vice president had known about my termination ahead of time. I prepared some legal forms: 1) a Wage and Hour Claim for Civil Action for unpaid lunch hours that I'd been forced to work, 2) an Unemployment Compensation Claim for firing me without cause, and 3) an Equal Employment Opportunity Commission Complaint of Sex Discrimination, and I kept the personal injury and sex discrimination on the back burner for later use. I knew the scripture says, “build precept upon precept, line upon line.” When I went to the grievance hearing, I had the lawsuit forms in self-addressed, stamped envelopes with me and ready to mail; and a copy for the VP.
The grievance hearing was relatively formal. Taking notes of the meeting was the vice president's assistant, who also happened to be one of the women from personnel with whom I'd had the most contact concerning my internal claims of sex discrimination. I began my presentation by reminding him of the conversation he and I had had that led to the investigation of the director to begin with, wherein he had assured me that no documentation I uncovered as evidence of my complaints against her would be held against me. He denied having any knowledge of my claims of sex discrimination. That's when I knew this was a real test of what I am really made of.
The vice present sat silently through the rest of my presentation. Then he said, "Mrs. Ellsworth, you don't understand. You're just a staff assistant..."
"I think not," I heard myself say boldly. "I was ‘just a staff assistant.’ Now, I am a screaming war eagle in the Army of my God, whose constitutional rights have been violated! And you, sir, are the one ultimately responsible for that."
We glared at one another across the table.
"Well, what do you want me to do for you as part of this hearing?"
"I want you to fire the violator and reinstate me in my job."
We studied each other silently for several long moments. "I can't do that, Mrs. Ellsworth," he said solemnly without breaking our gaze.
I rose from my chair with an unusual calm, and a mighty resolve in my spirit, reached into my purse for his copy of the forms I had prepared, smiled at him, and said, "That's too bad. I guess I'll see you in courts then."
One at a time, I handed him the hospital's copies of my Unemployment Compensation claim, my Small Claims Action for Lost Wages claim; my Sex Discrimination complaint to the State of Florida Human Relations Commission; and a letter of complaint I'd written to an attorney who had agreed to handle my Sex Discrimination Suit in federal court.
He blanched pale as Death. The realization that he had made the wrong decision was written all over his face.
The Bible tells me that "a good name is rather to be chosen than great riches," and I was not about to permit my reputation to be slandered by persons of lesser principles. I was determined to clear my name at all cost.
In short, I won the original Unemployment Compensation hearing and the hospital’s appeal. Representing myself, with God Almighty directing every word of every hearing, I countered their claims of wrong-doing and filed for a hearing before a judge, which was a separate hearing. Every witness they brought forth to condemn me, praised me! God even allowed me to hear the Jewish judge speak of “Jesus, my Lord!” and I knew he was on my side. The evidence was overwhelmingly in my favor.
For the Small Claims Court, I did my own legal work again, and won my proven lost wages. When faced with the substantial evidence against them, the hospital openly admitted their guilt in court. Shortly thereafter, they cut me a check.
After the Florida Human Relations Commission reviewed my case and granted my "right to sue" letter, I hired an attorney to file a federal Sex Discrimination Case, but after opening the case, she quit. Thereafter, I continued on my own, representing myself through the deposition, and again, the Lord showed me days before each event what to do and how to do it. He left no stone unturned. In the court room, He filled my mouth with His wisdom.
When I sent out the Summons to compel people to come in for depositions, the Lord told me to add a cover sheet containing scriptures about False Witnesses bringing judgment upon themselves, and what God expects of witnesses. I filed those with the court!
I was days away from scheduling arbitration when my former employer offered to settle out of court. After negotiating for what I wanted, we settled.
Despite the hospital's deep pockets and vast resources, I won, and won, and won, and won because righteousness counts with my God. It took three years and four courts to have my basic complaints heard, but my name was cleared and my personal losses were vindicated.
Both the Director of Volunteer Services and the departmental vice president “resigned” shortly after our "grievance hearing" in the vice president's office. When the resultant costs of the claims and the details of the federal case reached the corporate board of director's, the Chief Executive Officer didn't fare well, either.
Our state received a bonus from my personal sex discrimination experience. I proposed an Anti-Aiding and -Abetting Discrimination Amendment to the Florida Constitution, to circumvent the low damage cap, to place on companies who coerce, encourage, or knowingly enable employees to break Federal Discrimination Laws. If approved, it will make such law-breaking employees equally, and individually, responsible, with their employers, for damages to their victims.
(http://www.webspawner.com/users/petitioner/index.html)
In the end, justice prevailed. As an added bonus, I get to share my story with others in the hope that it will give them the courage to stand up for what's right in God's eyes, even when the opposing forces are formidable. With faith in God to guide me and give me strength, I took on my Goliath and triumphed. You can too.