It’s a little hard to feel sorry for Mo, even when at times in his childhood you would have been tempted to. He was a sickly child, and his short, thin physique was no match for the other boys who were good at sports.
Mo was no geek, either. Something of a slacker in school, the truth was, book learning was way past hard for him.
But he had his looks, right?
Uh, no. Sitting atop his bony, wiry frame was a giant schnoz. The dude was seven shades of ugly.
Strangely enough, however, Mo married at a young age. So at least he had a loving, happy marriage going for him, right?
Mo was no better as a husband than he was at geology or gymnastics. He was jealous and insecure on the one hand, controlling and easily annoyed on the other.
But Mo had a dream. He wanted to become a lawyer.
Just one problem. There was this thing called Law School standing in the way.
Not to be deterred, Mo heard that in England he could study for the bar in London without coursework or classes. All he had to do was pass some relatively simple examinations.
So an English lawyer he would be.
Mo even took it upon himself to try to become a true Englishman for a season, complete with lessons ballroom dancing and public speaking.
Eventually, however, once Mo passed the bar in London, he returned home to set up his law practice. After failing to gain any clients in one place, he decided to move to the big city, where opportunities were abounding for young attorneys.
Finally, Mo had a chance to argue a case in court. And when the big day came, as he stood before the court, he was speechless.
He – a lawyer(!) – couldn’t think of one thing to say. Not one question for a witness. Not one argument.
All Mo could do was hand the brief to a colleague and sheepishly sit down.
He never had another case.
Mo will no doubt go down as one of the worst – if not the worst – lawyers in history.
It’s a good thing Mohandas (Mahatma) Ghandi found something else to be passionate about… and something he was pretty good at.