Many times, sports events can be really competitive Athletes go through great stress both in their training and during performance, all for that number one position. For one Spanish athlete, Ivan Anaya, it was exactly that respect for the great hard work and devotion to the sports that made him lose on purpose.

During a cross-country race in Burlada, Navarre, the Kenyan athlete Abel Mutai was well ahead of Ivan. But then, thinking he had already reached the finish line, he started slowing down in his pace. He still had 10 meters ahead of him. Anyone else in second position might have taken advantage of that mistake but not Ivan. Ivan stayed behind Abel, and using hand signals, he guided Abel to the finish line.

Later, Ivan spoke about his decision, which might stun many people. Ivan said, “I just did what I had to do. He was the rightful winner. He was far ahead of me and I couldn’t have caught him up if he hadn’t made a mistake. As soon as I saw he was stopping, I knew I wasn’t going to pass him.”

Ivan’s coach, former Spanish runner Martin Fiz, said he would not have thought to do the same thing. “It was a very good gesture (姿态) of honesty,” said Fiz. “A gesture that I myself wouldn’t have made. I certainly would have taken advantage of it to win.”

Ivan hoped it would spread a message about the importance of honesty. “But I also think that having done what I did has earned more fame than if I had won,” he added. “And that is very important, because today in all circles, in soccer and in society, honesty is a must for a person to go far.”

The photographs that Scilla took as a 16-year-old girl on the streets of London in 1955 stayed largely in her album over the years. Scilla is now 83, and her self-developed black-and-white photos have been brought back to life after they were discovered by a teenage photographer.

Over the past year, Philip Loveday, 16, has been revisiting his grandmother’s path across the capital to carefully rephotograph the pictures. His journey through time with a camera has been especially moving, because his grandmother, Scilla, has Alzheimer’s disease (阿尔茨海默症) and has lost many of her memories.

Philip took new photos that looked like the ones Scilla took long ago, and put them in a new album. Each page of Scilla’s old album was copied and put in the new one, with Philip’s new photos on the opposite pages. Philip’s mother, Catherine Loveday, said Scilla had been happy with the new album, which had “put her back in her shoes” as a teenager.

Philip said his mother showed him the album she had found at her mother’s house. Greatly absorbed in how modern London would compare to the city photographed by his grandmother, Philip and his mother began to make trips into central London. During the trips, they had the idea of retaking the photos.

Some of the places are similar, like Big Ben. Others show how the city has modernized. Unlike Scilla’s view of St. Paul’s Cathedral from the Thames, Philip’s retake has the Millenium Bridge. When Scilla photographed the John Lewis store on Oxford Street, it was a one-storey building—now it has seven floors. Philip had to use his imagination to recreate other sights. Scilla has repeatedly returned to her new album since receiving it. Philip said: ”It’s nice for her to see someone taking an interest in those photos and going back over them, and also good for her to connect her past to where are now.“

Mei Ling hurried to Uncle Ahmad’s house that evening. She could not wait to try the delicious nasi lemak (椰浆饭) and curry (咖哩) chicken that he had specially prepared for the occasion. He was celebrating his sixtieth birthday and everyone in the village was invited for this biggest party of the year.

That party was special as Uncle Ahmad had promised to give everyone a surprise. He said he had bought a magic box that could show pictures of people and that the people could talk. No one in the village had ever heard of anything like that.

Even as Mei Ling was walking towards Uncle Ahmad’s house, the smell of nasi lemak and curry chicken filled the air. The children knew that they would be having a great feast that night. When all the guests arrived, Uncle Ahmad presented his magic box. It sat on a four-spindly-leg table at the front of his big room. On the front of the black box was a glass screen and four little buttons.

Everyone pushed forward to get a closer look at it. Mei Ling and her friends peered into the screen but they could not see anything. They tapped the glass to make sure it was not a trick.

“Don’t touch the magic box!” said Uncle Ahmad He stepped in front of it and signaled to them to move back. He did not want anything to happen to it. He told them to sit down on the mats (垫子). Then he pushed one of the buttons and the glass screen lit up.

Suddenly, the face of a man appeared on the screen and he started speaking. What kind of man was his? He was so small! The guests’ eyes lit up. Everyone broke into chatter.

The children looked behind the box but there was no one there. Could someone be inside the box? They wondered. They could not work it out.

Uncle Ahmad waved his hands again and everyone became quiet. People sat eating dinner, staring at the characters on the screen.

It was the very first time that the villagers had watched television.