Ok, yes, I'm playing on the song's title here...

But seriously, I thought this was worth sharing.

It's been an interesting past few days, as is often the case during the occasion of adding a new family member.

My wife gave birth to our second child on Tuesday. It was amazing. Even she says it was an easy one. Kelsey, by the way, is 7 pounds 4 ounces. Doing very well.

They spent two days past delivery in the hospital. No good reason, but do you really need one? They offered, and we accepted.

Both Wednesday and Thursday morning, I drove our older daughter, Kendall, who is 4, to her pre-school, which she attends three days a week for a half day. It's near downtown Franklin.

Knowing I'd have a few friends at Starbucks downtown Franklin, I decided to take a few minutes to relax before heading back over to the hospital.

That all went well on Wednesday. But Thursday, well, that was a different matter.

Oh, the coffee was fine. Actually, I didn't see a lot of folks I knew. The place was busy. I sat on my own, spent some time catching up on emails via iPhone. I get a call from my wife... They're ready to release them from the hospital.

So I head on my way back home to get the infant seat in my car. Coffee in hand. Well, in cup-holder at least.

On the way home, as I'm driving over the hill and through the woods, literally, I take a huge drink of coffee, and evidently, I choke. As in swallow wrong.

Now, I'm wearing a gore-tex jacket, so why I didn't just spit out the coffee, I have no idea. But I guess, driving 30 or so MPH, with coffee in one hand (with the lid on), and driving with the other hand, I had no options other than, well...

So I attempted to quickly take off the lid and spit the coffee into the cup. So as to not soil the interior of my lexus with starbucks finest. Well, that didn't work.

I started to pass out. Everything went black.

Somehow, I put my foot firmly on the break. I vaguely remember making that decision, wanting to avoid driving off the cliff to the right of me.

And I guess somehow my body cleared out the coffee while I was completely blacked out.

Everything from this point until I woke up, I have no recollection of. But evidently, I passed out choking. Now, I think I got what was in my mouth into the cup, but oddly enough, here's the scene I awoke to...

I am shaking uncontrollably. My first thought was that I was in a seizure. Now, I'm diabetic, Type 1, insulin dependent, but I've never had this experience. But since you always hear about it, that's what I thought happened.

I then realize that there are car horns honking. The blackness starts to lift from me. I awake to realize I'm at a 4 way stop. Well, a 3 way at the moment due to construction. I look back in the mirror and see a line of cars extending at least 10 deep. I must have been there a while.

The front windshield and dash are spewn with coffee.

The cup is amazingly balanced and still half-full, rested beside my leg and the window. No idea how that worked out.

I look down, realize my left foot is firmly planted on the break, and my right is depressing the gas all the way. No sound, though. I drive a hybrid.

Somehow, with that type of car, when you do that combination, it just simply turns the car off. No idea why. But it worked for me today. I somehow was able to get the car stopped while I was passed out. Heck, I didn't even hit the curb.

I pulled aside and let everyone by. Of course, I get out of the car, and with a splitting headache, I cough out what's left of my coffee from my lungs.

Now, I am a man of faith, so I see God's hand in this. But how did it appear? I'm sure in every little detail, down to the decision to buy the right car that would shut down and lock up while I was blacked out. Maybe an accident that went right.

At first, I didn't think that much of it, but then as the day went on, I started to realize that I almost saw God today.