Wells liked building things.

Usually muscle.

Sometimes confidence.

Today, it was ramps.

He stood inside the Golden Stadium in a fitted gold training shirt, work gloves, safety boots, and shiny gold shorts, helping bolt the new accessibility ramps into place. No spotlight. No dramatic speech. Just measuring, lifting, drilling, tightening, and checking every angle twice.

Because strength did not mean much if it only opened doors for some people.

By noon, the ramps were set, smooth, solid, and ready. Wells wiped sweat from his forehead, looked across the stadium, and smiled.

“Gold means everyone gets in,” he said.

Then he picked up the drill again.

There was still more work to do.