They really truly do.
Sometimes it’s hard to know the right thing to say in some situations. I find myself tongue-tied at the best of times (and despite what Mary Poppins says, Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious is NOT an appropriate thing to say when all other words have left you. Believe me, I’ve tried and tested it, and it wasn’t well received.)
Saying things is great, but there will be times when acting, and demonstrating your dedication, commitment, friendship, loyalty, kindness or respect can only come through actions.
Words are marvelous, wonderful things… I spend long days and longer evenings joyfully filled with plenty of them. But words can hide away a multitude of things, are capable of covering our truths and smoothing over rough edges. When we say the words, we may feel better for saying them, but mostly, it’s actions that bring change.* Actions are what they are and there’s no disputing that.
Dancing with the pensioners of Piacenza, most wonderful night of my life. None of us spoke the same language, but at one point an old lady just grabbed me and taught me how to Foxtrot. They fed us. Helped us, completely included us in their evening. It would have been easier not to (I am a TERRIBLE dancer.) Their generosity and openness was astonishing. Lack of language meant actions were often all we had, and we were constantly in awe of other people’s actions in making us feel welcome, and equally, got good as displaying our gratitude mostly through actions (and some words.)
*Mostly, but I’m not denying that words can’t help to bring change.