Testimonials

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We were assigned to Rob Freyer in a case years ago.  Prior to making his acquaintance, we had been referred to as "liars" - "garbage" on live television.  I wanted to slither under a rock. Rob suggested that we hold steadfast, tell the truth, and exercise patience.  I did not have faith, and distinctly recall rolling my eyes, but agreed to his direction....reluctantly, for my own reasons.  There came a day when I witnessed the result of Mr. Freyer's investigation and expertise in the courtroom.  He took his job seriously.  He was "all in", right down to his bones.  He was profoundly loyal to his beliefs, his morals, his character, his being, his fight to uncover the TRUTH. I was no longer rolling my eyes; rather watching him in awe.  I had never before witnessed that type of integrity in a courtroom, or even in the judicial system.  And, yes, I said INTEGRITY.  Mr. Freyer submerged himself in facts and strongly rejected fiction.  

I have voted for many people on both sides of the aisle for decades.  I fully support Rob Freyer.  If you doubt it, consider that I am extremely uncomfortable putting a statement in a public forum.  But for once in my life, I've elected to stand up for someone I strongly believe in.  That "someone" is Rob Freyer. 

Some people don’t just do their job — they change lives. 

When others said something was too complicated or not their problem…

Rob Freyer stepped in without hesitation.

Where others saw obstacles, he saw a family that needed help.

He never gave up.

He never stopped caring.

He never made us feel alone. 💛

There were times when my children and I felt completely helpless and terrified —

but Rob was there.

He listened.

He called back.

He checked in.

He fought for us when no one else would.

Because of his compassion and persistence,

my children and I are alive today.

Rob became more than someone doing his duty

he became our hero, our hope, and part of our family. ❤️

His courage and compassion will forever be a reminder that one person truly can make a difference.

#Rob Freyer for 258th District Court Judge#

 I lived in Houston in 2003. I was serving as a senior executive in the energy business. Life was good and prosperous. I had a thriving family (a wife and 3 beautiful daughters ages 19, 18, and 9). 

On July 18th of 2003, two evil drug addicts, Chris Snyder and Christine Paolilla, decided they would go to the home where my 18 year old was staying the night. They approached the home, knocked on the door, entered the home, and brutally murdered everyone inside the home. 

My daughter was one of those victims. 

Obviously, this was the worse moment of my life. A moment I have never recovered from. Rob Freyer showed up for me and my family. The family of Christine Paollia hired a high-end attorney. It didn’t matter.

 Rob Freyer kept his promise to me and family and made sure she was convicted. Rob uses truth and facts to make sure terrible criminals are held accountable. 

Rob Freyer is a good and honest man. 

He does the right thing. 

In the spring of 2010, I was violently robbed at gunpoint while working at a local bank. It remains one of the worst days of my life. All I wanted was to put that day behind me and move forward, but I knew that before I could do that, I needed justice.

When I walked into the District Attorney’s Office, I had no idea I was about to meet someone who would become my gladiator in the courtroom—and a lifelong friend. Rob Freyer worked tirelessly on my case. On the days I wanted to quit and throw in the towel, he never let me. He took every phone call (and there were a lot of them), always made time to update me, made sure I understood the process, and fought for me when it felt like no one else was.

Rob is incredibly intelligent and exceptionally good at what he does, but what truly sets him apart is his genuine care for people and his unwavering desire for justice. I once asked him why he didn’t become a defense attorney and make a lot of money. His answer was simple: he wanted to fight for victims and seek justice—and he would never give that up.

Rob Freyer will fight for you. He will stand up for what is right. And he will deliver justice. 

The first time I spoke to Rob, I was a grieving mother fighting for justice for her kids. They had been betrayed by their grandfather. An adult that was supposed to protect them had harmed them in unforgivable ways. To understand the public servant that Rob truly is, you need to understand that I had been fighting this battle for over 3 years when I met him and I truly felt as though I was being forced to fight the justice system itself in an attempt to bring a small amount of peace to my family. There had been lost interview footage, dismissive investigators and an absolutely disheartening lack of communication from law enforcement and the acting district attorney’s office at that time. Rob called me one day to introduce himself as the new Assistant DA that would be taking over our case. At the time, I thought he would be the next person to let me down in this journey. I was wrong. He asked me to be patient with him so that he could get up to speed with our case. In a matter of months, he had done what no other person within the San Jacinto county justice system had been willing or able to do. Not only did he get up to speed, he immediately reassured my family, especially my children, that he was going to give everything he had to our case. It wasn’t an understatement. It was a promise that he kept. He restored my faith in the justice system and he fought like hell for my family ensuring that justice was served. He prepared us for battle but never let us feel alone in that. There is no one I’ve met better equipped to serve as district judge than Rob. He is dedicated to justice. He is fair but firm. He will be the change that is needed for the good people of San Jacinto county. 

My name is June S**** and Rob Freyer was Assistant DA in Harris County when he was assigned to my daughter Gwen's Capital Murder case in March of 2006. My daughter was a single mom at 29 with a 7yr old little girl and just found out she was 8 weeks pregnant.  

Houston Homicide had notified me on a Sunday evening she was found fatally shot in the Greenspoint area. Then is when so many questions were running thru my head of why and who!  I was devastated emotionally, my only daughter murdered.  

Rob knew my family's pain and desvistation and our loss.  He assured me he would bring justice because he truly cared.  From the beginning he didn't feel it was just a job. He was in constant contact with me for every detail so he could prove her x-boyfriend was her killer. He worked many months, days and hours with little clues and physical evidence and wasn't going to give up from dead ends. He was definitely determined to question all that could prove the motive of the x-boyfriend.  He was the only one that would have had motive to take her life for his own selfish needs. Within a 1 1/2 year and a 7 day trial, the court jury found him guilty of Capital Murder and was he was sentenced for Life w/no parole.  Rob made this possible in every way with his determination.  Justice came for my family and my daughter Gwen. 

With that said, Rob still cares to this day and has contacted me from time to time. He reminds me that my daughters picture in his office is a reminder of how he continues to want to help other families.  He wants violent criminals to be held accountable for their unthinkable crimes. He's a good man and he will be the judge you want and need for this position for the 258 Judicial District. 

My brother Adelbert Sanchez along with my cousin Marcus Precella and 2 friends were murdered in Clearlake on July 18,2003. Rob fought hard for all the families and we finally got justice in October 2008. During the trial he was amazing and made sure the the female responsible for the horrendous crime will never hurt anyone else. I can’t thank Rob enough for all the hard work and time he put into the case. My family is so appreciate and we were finally able to get some relief. 

During the most unimaginable, scariest time of my life, Rob reassured me that not only was he going to get justice for my family and I, but he was very adamant that everything was going to be okay. He’s an outstanding man of the law but nothing compares to his compassion that I received during a time that my world was turned upside down.
God bless Rob Freyer! 

I was a victim in a family violence case in Montgomery County in 2021. 

Rob was the prosecutor. He was very great at communication with me throughout the case and fought for me and my children. 

I’m thankful for him. 

 On Christmas Eve, December 24, 2022  my wife and I were taking our 7 year old grandson to his parents house in The Woodlands.  At approximately 8:00 pm as we drove through Shepherd on US HWY 59, we were hit head on by a drunk driver who was driving on the wrong side of the highway.  I tried to take evasive action but had so little time once I saw him that the crash was inevitable.  All the airbags in our vehicle deployed which included front as well as side curtain.  We were all wearing seat belts and after the initial collision we spun out of control and onto the median.  
This was truly a Christmas Eve Miracle as both vehicles were totaled however there were no serious injuries.  
The driver who hit us was so intoxicated he had trouble standing  up while first responders checked for injuries.  He refused to take the sobriety tests DPS was trying to administer and we were told he probably had been through this before.  Since he refused the sobriety tests, DPS placed him under arrest and he was taken to County jail in Coldspring.  He provided an insurance card to the DPS Officer who worked the collision however when notified, his insurance company notified us that he had missed the last 3 payments so his policy had lapsed and they denied the claim.  Our insurance had to cover the expenses under our Uninsured Driver coverage.
It took a year and a half for the case to finally go to court and my wife and I visited the San Jacinto County District Attorney’s Office.  The case  had been assigned to Rob Freyer and, although his office was very busy, he took the time to meet with us in a quiet room and explained what we could expect to happen during the course of the trial.  
He told us that the driver who hit us had 7 prior DWI offenses so we were his 8th.  Under Texas Law mandatory prison time of 2 to 10 years is required after the 3rd offense.  This driver received probation for all of the prior cases.  We were his 8th and Rob Freyer assured us he would do everything he could to assure overdue prison time would be served before this individual killed or injured innocent people.
True to Rob’s word, the intoxicated driver who hit us was sentenced to 5 years in the Texas Department of Corrections on April 10, 2024.
I will always be thankful for the time and professionalism Rob Freyer provided to us and to the justice system we depend on for protection from this type of irresponsible offender. 

My name is Trudy C. In 2001, I found myself going to court for domestic violence. My husband was a very abusive man. I went through this violence for two years. I was beaten almost daily. I often found myself with broken bones and deep wounds that I had to tend to myself.

Everything came to a head one evening when he decided that our wedding vows — “till death do us part” — should be taken literally. I don’t know how many hours he beat and tortured me, using his fists and other things. He bit me, burned me, raped me repeatedly. He used metal crutches to beat me. He beat me so long with the crutches that I could no longer feel the blows. He beat me until one crutch broke in two, but he wasn’t done yet — he had another one. The second crutch ended up bent into a crescent‑moon shape, and still he wasn’t finished.

He choked me until I passed out, saying, “Good night, baby. Good night.” I would wake up to him biting me again. It felt like I was never going to leave that room alive. I truly believed he was going to kill me in front of my children.

I was finally able to stop the beating by telling him that our roommate had raped me and that I needed to go to the hospital — and that I forgave him for what he was doing to me. He decided I needed to take a bath to wash away the evidence he had put on me, and he gave me a bath in freezing cold ice water. That is how I got my first help.

He had taken me and the children from Houston to his sister’s house in Diboll, Texas. When his sister saw me, she started crying. She told him, “You need to take her to the hospital. She’s going to die.” And he did.

That should have been the end of it, but I was too scared to tell the people at the hospital what he had done. On the way there, he told me that if I told anyone — or if he even thought I was telling anyone — he would go back and get my kids, take them into the woods, and I would never see them again. I believed him. So I stuck with the story that the man we stayed with had raped me. I knew they would send someone to talk to that man, and his son could tell them what really happened, since he had been forced to watch most of it.

I also had no idea where my children were or how to get back to his sister’s house. When I got out of the hospital, we went back there. They put me in a camper, and I fell asleep from the medication the hospital gave me. When I woke up, I managed to get to the house, where his sister told me he had gone back to Houston to sell the medication they had given me. I went back to the camper and fell asleep again.

My knees were so swollen I couldn’t bend my legs. My fingers were all broken. I was black and blue from head to toe. There wasn’t a spot on my body that wasn’t bruised or battered.

When he returned to his sister’s house, I convinced him to take me to my dad’s in Kansas. I told him we could start a new life there, put the past behind us, and be a new couple. He agreed. On the way there, he said we were going to tell my dad that I had been in a car wreck and hit a tree — that would explain the bruises and broken bones.

When we arrived, my dad saw me, and the look in his eyes told me he knew I hadn’t hit any tree.

The first night in Kansas, in my childhood bedroom, he accused me of hugging my little brother too long and claimed we were having an affair. Then he beat me again. My dad and stepmom heard it. The next day, my dad came into the room and told him he had to find a job — that no man was going to live under his roof without working.

Jesse left to look for a job. As soon as he did, my dad called the police. The police contacted a shelter, and they got me and my kids to safety. When Jesse came back, the sheriff told him he needed to leave Kansas and not return. He left. Two weeks later, he was picked up in a bar in Pasadena, Texas, and put in jail.

As soon as I was safe, I called the detective who had come to the hospital and told her I was sorry for lying — that I had been too scared to tell her what he had done. She told me she already knew. When she shook his hand, he buckled — his hand was broken from hitting me so hard. She wished I had been strong enough to trust her.

After that, a man named Casey O’Brien contacted me. I wrote a statement and sent it in. Shortly after, he had me come to Houston, where I stayed at my mom’s house. He told me he had never in his life seen an animal beaten as badly as I was, and there was no way he could let that go across his desk. He promised he would get me justice.

That’s how I met Rob. Casey O’Brien introduced me to him, and he became my attorney. This is just a short summary of the hell my children and I went through during those two weeks when Jesse decided to kill us — or kill me, I should say.

But that wasn’t the question. The question was: 

How did Rob help me and my family?

Rob gave us freedom. He rescued us from a prison not made of bars, but of fear. He gave me my life back. He had the courage to stand up to a monster when no one else would. I will be forever grateful for that. Because he was brave enough to take a stand on my behalf, I have had a great life. I don’t think there are words strong enough to thank him for helping me and my family and giving me a voice when I was told I could not speak.

He restored my faith in humanity. Rob allowed me to open the blinds and look out into the light. He gave me light in a dark world.

The monster used to tell me I would never be free of him — that he would always be with me. Every pain I suffer, every scar I see in the mirror, every time I cannot dance with my kids or my grandchildren is a reminder of him. Maybe he will always be in my nightmares. But because of the courage Rob showed on my behalf, that animal will never take my courage to move forward. I know he can never touch me again.

My kids are beautiful and have families of their own. I have ten grandchildren. They are what keep him from haunting my memories. I can say now: Jesse C. has no power here.

I am strong, smart, and able to see the beauty in life because of people like Rob and so many others who helped me along this path to freedom. Rob gave me the strength to stand on my own by putting a very cruel man in the place where he belongs, so I can live a normal life and never take abuse from anyone again.

I will never surrender my freedom or my power to anyone ever again.

Thank you for being there for me and my family. I prayed to God so many times to help me find a way out — a way to get Jesse out of my life. You were God’s answer to those prayers. May God be with you always and bless you and your family forever.

— Trudy