Arthur Marara

“I started making shoes in my mother’s laundry room… and ended up putting them on the greatest athletes in the world.” 👟🔥 I grew up in a small German town, surrounded by war and scarcity. While other kids kicked around a ball, I was obsessed—with feet. How they moved, how they landed. I began crafting shoes by hand with old tools, scraps of leather, and no customers—just an overwhelming passion. I wasn’t trying to make stylish shoes. I wanted to make shoes that performed—that helped athletes push their limits. 🧵⚙️ My brother and I started a company together, but business and pride tore us apart. He founded Puma. I built Adidas. Two brothers turned into rivals. Even our families stopped speaking. But I kept going—testing spikes, designing shoes for sport, not fashion. Then came the Berlin Olympics. Jesse Owens, an African-American athlete, wore my handmade shoes in Nazi Germany—and won four gold medals. The world saw what a well-built shoe could do. 🏅🇩🇪 War didn’t spare me. My factories were bombed. My workers scattered. I had to rebuild everything from rubble. Day and night, I worked—not just to revive a brand, but to prove that passion could survive even the darkest moments. Adidas wasn’t just a label. It was my resistance. 💣🛠️ Today, Adidas stands as a global icon—not because of wealth, but because it was born from obsession: to help athletes perform better. It all started with one shoe, made by hand, in a humble laundry room. The rest? Fueled by persistence. 💪🌍 “When you build with passion, even mud becomes a racetrack.” 👣🔥 – Adi Dassler, Founder of Adidas

It does not cost money to be a nice person. Leadership is measured by how you make others feel when they are around you!

WHEN THE HUNTER BECOMES THE HUNTED! ⚔️ This Is What Vengeance Looks Like in the Wild. She thought she had the upper hand. She stalked. She charged. But the buffalo… wasn’t having it. This is the Cape buffalo, known as the “Black Death” of Africa — and for good reason. With a rage-fueled charge and a skull thicker than concrete, it’s one of the few animals that fights back against lions… and wins. This lioness? She’s not chasing. She’s fleeing. Because sometimes in the savannah, it’s not about who has claws… It’s about who has nothing to lose. Strength can stalk. But fury? Fury chases it down. #WildLife #Lion #Buffalo #Animals #Nature #Photography

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It's so disrespectful to visit your parents with your car, and the situation at your parents home is like this.

LOVE, HUNGER, AND THE HUNT! 🐭 This Is What Romance Looks Like in the Sky. No flowers. No poems. Just a dead mouse — and proof of loyalty. You’re looking at two Eurasian kestrels in one of the wild’s most powerful bonding rituals: the male delivering a fresh kill to the female. It’s not just a snack — it’s a promise. A promise that he can hunt. That he can provide. That he’s worthy of raising future killers with. With razor-sharp talons, telescopic vision, and dive speeds that can blur the wind, kestrels don’t chase love… They earn it with blood. Because in the wild, survival isn't just a solo act — It's a partnership forged in flight and fangs. #WildLife #Kestrel #Animals #Nature #Photography

This is a 1,000-gram bar of iron, worth just $100 in its raw form. Turn it into horseshoes, and its value rises to $250. Craft it into sewing needles, and it becomes worth around $70,000. Shape it into watch springs and gears, and its value soars to $6 million. But refine it into high-tech laser components used in computer chips, and that same bar is suddenly worth $15 million. Your true worth isn’t defined by what you’re made of — but by how you develop your skills and apply them. COPIED !

They called you the black sheep. Not because you were wrong — but because you were different. While the herd followed the path without question, you paused. Looked up. Listened to the wind. And whispered, “There must be another way.” The black sheep doesn’t blend in. Not because they can’t… But because they won’t. They’ve seen too many cliffs disguised as traditions. Too many cages called “normal.” So they step out. Alone, maybe. But awake. 🖤✨ They ruffle feathers. Stir waters. Break silence. And sometimes — they build the bridges the flock never knew it needed. To every black sheep out there: You are the quiet revolution. The shift in the pattern. The wild note in the chorus. You don’t need to fit in. You were born to stand out — and lead forward. 🖤

Normalise telling each other the truth in your circles. If your friends are always praising you you are heading for disaster. Watch this interview and be inspired!