How Is It That One Person 's Words Or Actions?

People around the world say “Actions are more powerful than words” I agree with this statement a hundred percent because I truly believe people can say they have done extraordinary achievements in their life. But no one really has any belief what’s so ever.

Actions are more powerful than words because when you act on something you are doing something instead of speaking. Actions are powerful because they can injure or damage someone or something. Speaking many words may not do as much damage as acting upon an object. Actions are making physical contact and words are sayings out of a person’s mouth. Actions can be taken upon somebody and they do more affect than speaking. Actions are more powerful because it’s better to see it than hear it. Everybody would like to see someone do something tremendous right in front of them. It would be better to see it than to hear it or say it. In addition, people would like to see

Tyron Edwards once said, “Right actions for the future are the best apologies for wrong ones in the past”. You can make up any past events with the right actions because actions tend to speak louder than words.

The U.S. has been in multiple wars and in all of these wars there, have been people who have had to make sacrifices. They have made these sacrifices knowing all along that it was not going to be easy, but that did not stop them because the love they have for their country fueled them with strength and courage. When they return, they bring with them memories of loss and pain and all they want in return is that we remember those who did not make it back. We as a nation try to thank them, but what we do for our veterans is not enough, especially

Deafening screams ricocheted off the gray, blood-smeared cement walls.  My body became blanketed with a cold sweat, that made it hard to decide whether I was warm or freezing.  I received small glances of my surroundings as the strobe light blinded me.  My nose was filled with a pungent odor, making it impossible to breathe.  I thought I knew what I was getting myself into, but I was wrong.

I’m scared of a 6 year old, how is this happening to me right now?” He nervously laughed, walking over to you and resting his arms on your shoulders. “Okay, right, what do I say to him? Shall I be like ‘hey kid’ or should I shake his hand? Damn it Y/N what do I say to him?”

I still remember the day clearly. It was an 85% chance of heavy downpours on June 7th 2015. It was the first time I could remember that I actually wanted rain. I genuinely wanted anything that could procrastinate the arrival of my first cabin full of campers.

I pulled my sweater tighter trying to lock out the cold weather; I should have listened to my mom about this. “Wear your jacket, Farah, It’s going to be a cold one!” Her words echoed in the back of my head like an endless loop; I knew something like this would happen. I started power walking in attempt to get to my warm, cozy bed as fast as I could, almost there.

Needing to see more of the house, I started descending the curved staircase. I stopped halfway down the staircase and savored the view. My eyes wandered around to the rooms that I would no longer use. Rooms that were once filled with people and belongings were now piled high with

I woke up and hoped my furnace was working and was ready to be put on full blast. It was a frigid cold day, the coldest it’s ever been. The weather man called for the temperature to be -59 degrees. I walked outside and the air made me feel like I couldn’t move. It was that cold.

Our bus broke down, our hotel rooms were given away, and the air conditioning was counterproductive, and what we thought be an eleven hours ended up taking twenty-six. We finally arrive at the school, where we would be sleeping for the rest of the week. We stepped foot off the bus and we were immediately taken back by the sweltering thick air. Apparently, Philadelphia was in the midst of a heat wave, bringing in record highest of 105°F. After such a long journey the feeling of failure was weighing upon us. At the end of the day we were all exhausted and ready to fall into a deep slumber. Then we realized our room, just like the bus, had no air conditioning. We lay there sweating against the plastic filled air mattress dreading the preceding day when we would be hiking the melting streets of

It was a hot June day and it has been the hottest I’ve ever felt. At 110 degrees almost everyone looked like zombies withering under the harsh New York sun. The rest of the people were trying their best to wave the heat away with whatever magazine, folding fan, or folder they could find. I was simply chilling inside of an air conditioned city bus. I just got on the bus on Kingsbridge coming from a volunteer service program. However, before I got on the bus I was one of the many people standing at the Kingsbridge stop waiting for the 3 bus. For half an hour, I was trying to hide in the shade from the sun while angrily watching a few ‘NOT IN SERVICE’ buses zoom by. When the bus finally came I practically ran with my metrocard in hand to get

The nerves in my stomach were coming back, the figure in the yellow coat, who by this time was standing beside me with the car door open, told me to get in on the driver’s side. I hesitantly got out of the car, put my jacket over my head to try and keep dry and ran around the front of the car to get in on the other side. In the ten seconds it took me to get from the passenger’s side to the driver’s side of the car, I noticed that the my jeans were drenched with rain from my knees too my ankles. My sneakers were wet and I began to feel to cold water dripping down my socks to my heel. I got into the car and hurriedly slammed the door of the car, not noticing that my jacket was stuck.

Throughout the late afternoon, the temperature of the apartment rose to a staggering heat. Adorned in my hoodie, I feel I 'm sitting in a sauna. What was I thinking when I elected to

Normally I would have ignored him. I always let things slide. I don’t like getting all worked up over something stupid.