Where's Molly? I know where Danny is

This story of a brother who found his institutionalized sister after 40 years had me in a watery heap.  It could have been my story.

My brother, Daniel Brown Houser, was born on my seventh birthday, September 19, 1957.  Danny had Down's Syndrome and a hole in his wee little heart.  My mother fed him with an eye-dropper because he could not suck.  My good folks were on the verge of placing my brother in an institution but he contracted the measles and died.  He was 18 months old.  

The story of Jeff and his sister Molly is eerily similar.  Their reunion was featured on CBS.  

http://cnettv.cnet.com/brother-seeking-sister-asks-where-molly/9742-1_53-50096582.html

To think that my brother is whole and of a sound mind reminds me that "All Things Work Together For Good For Those Who Are The Called According to God's Purpose."  My brother Danny is spending eternity with Mother and Daddy.  And some day I will join them.  Glory beyond imagining.