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When winning does not count!

Honesty V/S Victory

Spanish runner Iván Fernández Anaya encourages Olympic bronze medallist Abel Mutai of Kenya across the finish line during a cross-country running event in Spain last December. Mutai slowed as he neared the finish line, believing he’d won when he was still several meters from the tape. Realizing his competitor’s mistake, Anaya approached Mutai from behind and motioned him to the proper finishing line. 
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When I, me, mine is all that matters in this world, incidents such as these come as a breath of fresh air.

The question that comes to my mind is: what would have I done if I was in Ivan Fernandez Ananya’s shoes? Surely, I would have made the most of this godsend opportunity and ran as fast as I could and clinch the Gold Medal for myself. After all, it’s my rival Mutai’s fault, I would think. “How could he commit such a big blunder on an international stage?”

Obviously, when you are losing, when life seems to be at the end of your tether, you give two hoots to values, such as “honesty” and “loyalty.” All that matters is winning. "Do or Die," mindset prevails over.

 But see what Ananya did! Only a man with a golden heart could've managed to make such a magnificent sacrifice. And Ananya obviously had one. It’s a saintly act! Don't you agree? And this is what he had to say after the event: “I didn’t deserve to win it.” “I did what I had to do. He was the rightful winner. He created a gap that I couldn’t have closed if he hadn’t made a mistake.”  

However, Martin Fiz, Anaya’s coach was not happy with his student. He said, “The gesture, undoubtedly, has made him a better person, but not a better athlete and further added: “He has wasted an occasion. Winning always makes you more of an athlete. You have to go out to win.”   

Most of us might agree with coach’s way of thinking. Isn’t it? Anyway, in case Anaya had reached the finishing line first, would that Gold medal mattered to him much?
A classic case of God proposing and a man disposing. Hope, the same God bestows him with his choicest blessings.

Hail Fernández Anaya's Honest Spirit   
Jini Maxin


  1. No. I don't think I'd have done it. Sometimes, in real world, goal matters more than the means. But yeah, it was the right thing to do, which is tough to follow most of the times.

  2. I totally agree! The sporting world is known for its aggression so, this was an unusual (read:saintly) act by a sportsman himself!

  3. Hey Loved reading it. Don't how I reached your blog but m glad i did. Really liked so many posts...this one specially. Well done, I will keep visiting :-)

  4. Hi,Sfurti. I know abt u thru Pankti. Heard a lot abt u. Thanks for stopping by! However, i won't be blogging for sometime. Will get bk to my blogging routine probably in a couple of months time.

  5. totally agree.. these are the kind of selfless stories that need to reach the front page more often.. sharing it


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