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Reffitt Family and January 6th POW...
If you told me three months ago I would be asking for help for my family from a D.C. Department of Corrections cell.
I would have burst into laughter.
Yet, the lord had different plans.
Granny (the Matriarch of our Family) would say "You make plans and God Laugh's" when she was alive, church was twice on Sunday and once on Wednesday but Meals on Wheels and other church functions went on like clockwork. She was truly never wrong.
So, as Gods plan unfolds he has presented before me this website. I ask not for me but for my amazing Wife (Nicole) and my two amazing daughters (Peyton and Sarah).
The lords plan appears to leave work for the meek.
The bills at home are falling critically behind and the stress is overbearing for all my girls. My youngest wasn't able to continue working, at 16 it has been more than she can stand.
My eldest has been punished by her employers for taking time off to help at home. Nicole has barely managed to hold her job
with all the emotional breakdowns and the time off needed to talk to court appointed legal counsel and helping me and the girls. She is doing so well to stay strong but it's been a punishing toll on her. Losing her husband and the lost soul of our son. Add the disgusting social media hate comments and threats. Plus death threats coming in the Postal Mail. Our only son turning away from all of the family and the crushing heartbreak.
It's been a breathtaking revelation.
It's my conviction...that Our Father leads me to write this. I want only for my family to be spared from the burden that has been brought on them through no fault of their own.
They do not deserve such horrible treatment regardless of the accusations set forth on me. The lord and time will clear me of these, I have no doubt.
God Bless my Family and God Bless you,
Guy Reffitt
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Daughter Sarah Refitt tells what life is like since her Dad was taken from them....
The past year I've gotten messaged constantly about how my father is a disgusting monster and that they will pray for my blindness in supporting him.
Also that my father is undoubtedly the worst father of the year and they feel bad for the family that lived with him.
I have thoughts racing in my head of my dad spending the whole day braising and cooking a turkey and multiple side dishes to deliver to my brother's close friend whose mother had stage four cancer, in hopes that she didn't have to feel bad about not being able to cook Thanksgiving dinner. I remember my father crying on my last birthday and holding me with uncontrollable trembles just wanting me to know how proud he is of having such a smart and kind daughter. I remember my dad driving 5 hours to pick up my cousin, who felt like she had no true home and wanted to get away, in the middle of the night. I remember him doing everything he could for my brother's birthday and trying to make it the best party my brother could imagine. He was so proud of the smoke machine...
I remember all of the small moments that are so easy to forget for most.
They come flooding back when i hear the words " evil" or "monster" or "terrorist."
The letters my family receives telling us that my father deserves to "hang by the neck until dead" bring back these memories. It makes me want to scream to every person that brushes off my father's incarceration because of the fact we went to the Capitol. I know that I know the truth and that is all that truly matters.
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