He was a deep thinker. In solitude, he would read a lot, know where leaders have gone wrong. Then he would come up with ways of how he was going to change the world. He was going to save it. He would even amaze himself with his powerful ideas on how to stop war, poverty, illness and crime. He only wished he had more time to modify his ideas during his solitude. Then he could implement. Achieve.
But the banging on the door revved him up disconcerted from the toilet seat of thoughts. “Hurry up Dad. We need the bathroom!”