The Half-life of a Bradford Pear Tree

The Half-life of a Bradford Pear Tree
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Many trees stand stoically on my family’s property, one of which I pass each time I ride my recumbent trike. I take notice of its bark and branches more than I have with any other tree in my life.

I only recently found out the name of this tree — a Bradford pear treeand I was confused because it hasn’t produced any fruit since I was born. But this tree does not make pears. Instead, it’s known for its white blossoms in the springtime and the broad variety of color its leaves display in the autumn.

Despite previously knowing little about the tree, I treated it like a familiar neighbor, waving as I rode past, day after day, season after season, year after year.

Earlier this year, a severe thunderstorm hit my hometown. A bolt of lightning struck the center of the Bradford pear tree, causing half of it to fall.

The next day, when I noticed that half of it was lying there dead, I thought it was only a matter of time before a landscaping crew would remove the standing half of the tree. After all, nothing could have survived that lightning strike, and the tree was literally cut in half.

But I noticed that the leaves didn’t fall. This was early spring, and the leaves kept getting greener. They even multiplied.

I had assumed the tree’s remains were just a dry husk, but it showed me that it was still capable of life.

The bare side of the trunk that had been split open also began growing greenery, to my surprise. I was shocked to see a new branch stretching out from where the other half had once been.

From that tree, I learned that living doesn’t necessarily end when you think it should.

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My diagnosis of Friedreich’s ataxia struck me like a lightning bolt. My identity was suddenly struck in two: Though my current self remained intact, the future I had planned for was gone. Most of my goals seemed to suddenly disappear. 

I didn’t think it possible to carry on. My happiness was tied to my physical abilities, and I didn’t want to be without them. I assumed that my life was over. 

And yet, to my surprise, it wasn’t.

Although passive and hopeless, I survived. But sometimes “surviving” isn’t active or noble, it only means holding on for one more minute, one more hour, or one more day. And sometimes surviving means barely holding on.

Over time, barely holding on quietly became a lasting desire to live. And slowly, after giving up hope that I’d ever be happy again, I found myself smiling.

I am happy. And I didn’t see that coming.

The most devastating part of me, my diminishing abilities, taught me a lesson. My strength isn’t in how independently capable I am, but in what I am able to do despite the hindrance. Sometimes simply choosing to endure may be the strongest thing we can do. 

You may not be able to plan what the future will look like, but it may surprise you. As long as there is breath in you, there is hope of new, unexpected life. A Bradford pear tree taught me that.

Our post-storm Bradford pear tree. (Photo by Matthew Lafleur)

Note: As I wrote this, Hurricane Delta hit the area, uprooting many trees on my family’s property. But the Bradford pear tree still stands.

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Matthew’s life doesn’t look like what he imagined when he was an active Cajun boy. Once diagnosed at age 11 with Friedreich’s ataxia, he threw himself into books, writing, and studies, achieving a bachelor’s degree in English and a master’s degree in mental health counseling. Writing a column at Friedreich’s Ataxia News and serving as the associate director of columns for its parent company BioNews is a perfect combination of his two degrees. He notes life’s small, often overlooked successes in his column. In progressive disability, Matt tries to notice his little victories, hoping that others notice their own … or something like that.
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Matthew’s life doesn’t look like what he imagined when he was an active Cajun boy. Once diagnosed at age 11 with Friedreich’s ataxia, he threw himself into books, writing, and studies, achieving a bachelor’s degree in English and a master’s degree in mental health counseling. Writing a column at Friedreich’s Ataxia News and serving as the associate director of columns for its parent company BioNews is a perfect combination of his two degrees. He notes life’s small, often overlooked successes in his column. In progressive disability, Matt tries to notice his little victories, hoping that others notice their own … or something like that.
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2 comments

  1. Rudy Landry says:

    Great story, Matt. One that we should all take to heart,especially the part about choosing to endure.
    I’ve always heard that the way to make GOD laugh, is to tell Him, “our” plans.

    Thank you for your post, for they all contain wisdom,hope and encouragement for anyone who reads them!

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