The Story of Ovidiu Mot

Having a script made into a film is a completely new thing for me, and right after Brad Ferrell, the director of "Meet Me in the Park" created this blog, a shocking story from my country broke into my mind.

Two months ago, I read in a Romanian newspaper some article about Ovidiu Mot, a successful actor from Sibiu, a Romanian town. He was attacked and suffered a comotion right after the premiere of the play "Seagull". The doctors didn't give him any attention thinking he was a drunk. The MRI of the hopsital was broken so Ovidiu's state grew worse. The doctors didn't give him any hope , but , as usual, life and the faith of the loved ones demonstrated that God still makes miracles. But, life in Romania is tough and now, after one year since all happened Ovidiu Mot's wife, Ileana, is struggling to offer a "normal"life to their child, to keep her job, to take care her husband who needs to receive special care in hospital, to find a good hospital abroad and ... and to find money for her husband's recovery.

I know this is not a blog for these kind of things but I thought here come only the ones who love art, film, theatre..and the actors...and I thought that one of them would be impressed by a story of a man who had...and has the gift of offering us the opportunity to dream and to see life differently. Maybe them would be touched by an unfair fate who twisted the path of a man in just few minutes and would want to help a woman who knows that single mothers never cry...
She gave me a letter that I translated beyond...her letter for the world...her deepest and most touching feelings...she does not beg for money..she just cry for help in a very dignified manner.

If you think you can help them ..in any way...feel free to write to Ileana Mot, Ovidiu's wife at ileana_mot@yahoo.com.

Here are some links to Romanian articles about this tragedy;

http://www.click.ro/actualitate/gasiti-l-pe-omul-care-mi-a-schilodit-sotul

http://www.protv.ro/stiri/social/actorul-ovidiu-mot-joaca-propriul-rol-in-drama-vietii-sale.html

"Ovidiu Mot, my husband, had left the premiere of the play "The Seagull"( director Andrei Serban). On his way home he was hit and robbed. He went into coma. At the Sibiu hospital he was ignored and his diagnosis was established without medical tests. The MRI of the hospital was broken. Although the neurologist was on guard he didn't come all night long.

I remember that at 6 o'clock in the morning I was desperately phoning , trying to find a helicopter to bring my husband in a hospital with a functional MRI. The weather conditions were not good for flight so he was brought to Targu-Mures with three ambulances !!!! He was intubated and intubated again three times because this is the law- the SMURD helicopters are not allowed to outrun the frontiers of a town. For whom is this law? Not for Ovidiu or the people who need to reach a destination quickly.

We lost important time on the road. It was very cold, the wind was raging from all parts and I couldn't do anything.My husband was covered with a blanket .He was almost dead. He was operated on after 17 hours. This way my life with Ovidiu ended.

And his life...he does not have a life anymore. He was a father and a husband and a son and an actor and a friend ..now he lies helpless in a bed , he cannot play with his child anymore , he cannot help his parents anymore, he cannot hold me in his arms and he cannot act or enjoy life as he used to do.

After three months after the incident Ovidiu went out the coma. With difficulty we had small but important progresses. Ovidiu learned how to breath without the machines , he learned how to munch , to swallow or to talk.

When our friends come at the hospital to visit him I am the translator...from Romanian into Romanian...

Since January 2007 he is turned over a side and another at every two hours. I still hope that someday he will be able to move again, to use his hands or to stay in a wheel chair.

I hope that one day he will not depend totally on somebody else anymore.

He sometimes looks at me and smiles...he smiles as he used to do. This lasts a second or two and I am so happy that I don't know how to keep those moments of tranquility!

After those moments...when for a second or two I forget..I realize I have to learn how to live without Ovidiu.

He lies in a hospital bed , with his parents all the time around him, and he is sometimes visited by friends.

Ovidiu advanced more than the doctors predicted .The most important thing is that he is ALIVE. This is a miracle. I cannot help myself thinking God still has plans with him. The doctors didn't give him any hope last year so the fact that he is now alive makes me think he still has a mission here, on Earth.

This year was a hard period for me. I learned how to raise my child alone, I learned that single mothers never cry. I understood that the hope is the most important but there are moments when you forget about it and then you feel lost.

Bogdan, our son, was three years old when all happened . and unfortunately he had a good memory. Now, after a year and four months he still tells me ..."If my daddy lets me"...Our child has never laughed as he used to laugh when Ovidiu entered the door. And for a mother this really hurts.

On New Year's Eve, in 2006-2007 we made plans for the next year. Now I don't make plans anymore because now I know you can be hit in the street and that the angle from where you see the world can grow so narrow, can distort in such way that you may never find out again what normality means.

And after all these words and thoughts I remain here ...alone...telling pieces of a terrifying story. His story."