This year, the ceremony was commenced once again like the previous years. Bicycles of all shapes and sizes are displayed all over the hall, and people of all age and races gathered for this illustrious event. As the auctioneer went up the stage, the clearing of his throat cued the start of the auction. At that moment, all the noise was drowned by silence. The first bicycle was brought upstage, and thus the start of the auction... "All bicycles will start with the price of a dollar" announced the auctioneer. As soon as the announcement was over, a little boy raised his hands and shouted excitedly "Five Dollars!", right after, another person in the crowd shouted "Ten Dollars!".

This went on for the next 1 hour, and the little boy was always the first bidder with five dollars. Everyone in the hall began to notice his puny presence. It is then a young man beside the boy queried, "Why do you always bid at five dollars?". Clutching the note in his hands, the boy replied "Because I only have five dollars."

The auction went on until it finally reached the last bicycle. This time the bicycle was one of its kind, the shiny metallic frame of the bicycle accompanied with all the other options every cyclist would dream of. Seeing this, the vivaciousness in the little boy dissipated, for he knew that other people would certainly bid against him.

After the bicycle was brought upstage, the auctioneer looked at the little boy. Battered by dissappointment, the boy held on tightly to the crumpled note, raised his hand slowly and uttered "five dollars"... But this time, there was only silence in the hall. The auctioneer pored at the little boy for a while, and smiled. "Sold! Sold for five dollars to the boy in white T-shirt and light blue shorts." shouted the auctioneer. Everyone in the hall applaused and the little boy was overjoyed.

Everyone has dreams, the feeling of having your dreams fulfilled may be euphoric. But helping others to fulfill their dreams can lead to elation as well...