"My name is Brian Thomas Littrell. I was born on February 20th, 1975 in St. Joseph Hospital in Lexington, Kentucky. I was born to Harold JR. and Jackie Littrell. I am their second son. My brother is three years older then me. Ever since I was little, I was running around singing and being a comedian and making everybody laugh. I'm very shy around people that I don't know, but once I get to know them, I can relax and I turn into a ham.

We grew up fairly middle class. My dad worked at IBM and he's worked there ever since high school. My grandfather, Harold Litrell, Sr., also worked there.

My Dad enlisted in the Navy and was in for four years. Right before he left the Navy, he met my mom.

As a young boy, I ate, drank and slept church whether I liked it or not. At first, I'd rather be playing on Sundays, but it grew on me and I think it had alot to do with the way I live my life now. Ever since kindergarten, I was always involved in the children's chorus at church.

I was like six or seven years old when I did my first solo in front of a congregation of 1,500 members at the church. It was a big moment!

I was born with a hear murmur and I have a hole in my heart. I went thru the first five years of my life without knowing I had it. I never had any disabilities; I was always able to run with the other kids.

When I was five I was riding my Big Wheel down the street, I hit the curb and skinned my knee. I got a staph infection from that, but no one know it the time]. When I got my Big Wheel home, I got a cookie and a kiss from mom and I was fine.

Two weeks later I had an accident over at my grandfather's house-- I slipped and fell on the concrete. My mom was worried about me having a concussion so they took me to the hospital. During those two weeks, the staph infection had set in.

It's a miracle that I had a secound accident, because the discovered the infectionr They hospitalized me for two mounths.

I remember it very well. I used to dream about it, I have a lot of bad memories about it, because of how unhealthy I was and how the infection had set into my blood. I was very weak and very pale. I just didn't have any strength. I would have to be pushed around in a wheelchair. Eventually I was able to push my little IV and walk up and down the hallways.

The infection I had is fatal and I had a zero chance of living. The doctors told my mom and dad to go ahead and make funeral arrangements, because "your son is going to pass on."

I'm the baby of the family, and it was so hard for my mom to deal with . She asked for help from the church and from family. I was on certain medication, but nothing could stop the infection . But as time went on, the infection started to disappear and it went away! I thank God for that experience. I know that it was a miracle.

I'll never forget something that my mom said when i was 11: "You know Brian, when you were in the hospital I was holding on to you for dear life, because I wanted to keep you here with me so bad. You're my baby and I needed you. I finally realized that God has different means."

She realized that I was a blessing in her life, but she had to let me go, if it was my time. One night when she made that prayer, she said " Whatever happens, happens." And from then on, I started slowly to recover.

The doctors told my mom and dad that if I did live I wouldn't be able to do anything. I came out of the hospital like a rampage, because I was feeling a lot better. It still took some time to get all of my strength back.

Every year since then, I've attended the University of Kentucky Medical Center just one time a year. I go back to the same doctors that I'd grown up with. They would check my heart and do EKGs and CAT scans. This year they operated on me and took care of the problem once and for all! Having that experience made a closer relationship with my family, with my brother, my friends at church, the whole church itself, with God.

Growing up with that in mind, I stuck to my guns when peer pressure came around in middle school to do what everybody's doing. Instead of going out and partying, I was always at a Wednesday church service. I'm not saying that I was the best kid in the world, because everybody has flaws. But it just made me a better person; I was more proud of what I was doing. And when the singing came along with it, the older I got, the more I realized that maybe God kept me on this earth so I could use the gift that he gave me to be a singer, to be an entertainer.

Today, I have no physical limitations. It's all in the past. I look back on the experiences and I've learned from the past. You have to turn around and use your experiences to your benefit."