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Who We Are

Hand in Hand, Together We Can.

At Hand-N-Hand Provider Agency LLC., we believe that care is more than just a service—it’s a calling. Our journey began with personal experience, shaping the way we understand and support individuals with developmental disabilities. We don’t just provide care—we walk alongside families, offering compassionate, faith-driven support that fosters independence, dignity, and a true sense of belonging.

Our Core Values

Meet the Team That Cares

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Jarett Marshall

CEO/Owner

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Bob Marshall 

Owner

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Cari Marshall

Adult DSP

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Theresa Tester

Executive Manager/HR

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Ashley Guerra

Respite & Adult DSP

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Briana Thoss

NMT Driver

Get In Touch

We’re here to help you take the first step

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Bryon Witt

NMT Driver

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Daniel Contreras

Adult DSP

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Jennifer DeWalt

NMT Driver & Adult DSP

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Kris Jackson

NMT Driver

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Lisa Katafias

Shared Living Provider

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Lisa LeJeune

Adult DSP

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Patricia Bickhart

Shared Living Provider

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Rosie Mancha

Adult DSP

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Tracy Stein

Respite & Adult DSP

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Our Mission & Vision

We are more than a provider—we are a partner in your journey, ensuring that every individual we serve receives the guidance, respect, and opportunities they deserve.

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Faith in Service

Guided by 1 Peter 4:10-11, we serve with integrity, using our gifts to support and uplift others.

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Dignity & Compassion

Every person deserves to be treated with kindness, respect, and the opportunity to thrive.

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Excellence Through Connection

We build meaningful relationships and hold ourselves to the highest standards in care.

In Kindergarten, I remember a day in Mrs. Craig’s class when kids from the School of Hope visited us. I was paired with a boy in a wheelchair who didn’t speak and ground his teeth fiercely. I don’t remember his name, but I remember how he made me feel—needed, purposeful. I spent the day simply being his friend, and I went home feeling fulfilled in a way I didn’t understand at the time. That moment planted a seed.

Years later, in 5th or 6th grade, our class spent a week visiting Green Springs nursing facility. I was paired with an older gentleman in a wheelchair. We watched game shows, talked, did arts and crafts—simple things. But once again, I felt that same sense of worth and purpose.

Time passed. I graduated high school, started college full-time for Criminal Justice, and managed a pizza shop. I thought I knew where I was headed. Then my aunt—who had spent her career in the developmental disabilities (DD) field—asked if I’d consider working with two gentlemen needing daily support. Instantly, memories of those early experiences rushed back. I applied the next day and started working with a man named Matt.

Very quickly, I felt that calling again. I loved the work. I was being paid to do something that brought me joy and fulfillment. A few months in, I was encouraged to apply for a promotion. I hesitated—my plan was to finish my degree and pursue law enforcement. But after prayer and reflection, I applied. I got the job. I paused my education and dove into being a regional manager. I found I not only loved serving others but also found passion in the business side of the field.

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Life moved on. The company split. I met a woman who saw past my flaws and married me. Then came the most exciting news of all—I was going to be a father.

I remember waiting for my daughter’s birth, filled with anticipation. But the joy quickly turned to fear. The room grew quiet. Nurses whispered. My daughter was taken away, and I was left with a cryptic response from the doctor. I ran to find her and saw my family crying outside a closed room. Inside, a doctor told me there were complications, and that she may have Turner’s Syndrome.

Two months, two hospitals, and one open-heart surgery later, we were home—forever changed. But not broken. Blessed. Every moment of my life had been preparing me for that moment. For her. She is my heart. And my heart is to serve.

That heart for service is the foundation of Hand-N-Hand. It is more than a job. It is a calling. And I thank every single person who gives us the opportunity to serve you or your loved one.

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Our Story

How It All Started

There are no coincidences in life. Every trial and tribulation has a purpose. Every low, every high, every decision and consequence is part of a bigger plan that was set in motion before your first breath. This is something I believe with every fiber of my being.

Raised in a strict Christian household, and holding a very narrow and direct moral compass, I often felt like an outcast. As a child, I saw and heard things from my peers that I was told were wrong or inappropriate. That moral rigidity, while grounding, made it hard to form friendships. I was often bullied and ridiculed, and my self-confidence suffered. At the time, I didn’t understand why. But looking back, I see now that those experiences were molding me. They built emotional, mental, and spiritual resilience, and taught me empathy. They sparked a determination to stand up for others who, like me, were seen as different.

Our team is the heart of Hand-N-Hand—dedicated, compassionate, and committed to making a difference every day. If you're passionate about helping others, we'd love to have you by our side.

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