Where is our capital and the animal kingdom without our national Insta-benefactor Marije Knevel? Today she rescued another lost pigeon from the canal. “Let’s help each other!”
Marije Knevel, Andries Knevel’s daughter, is wonderful. She has a fantastic big heart, thinks about her fellow human beings and everyone really appreciates that about her. At least, that is the image she would like to convey Instagram. And in the meantime, she likes to educate people about morality. So she inherited those genes from her father…
Fantastic Marije
The pinnacle of Marije’s disguised ego trip? The Instagramstory in which she said that she had ordered a takeaway coffee and immediately paid for ten. Just to put a smile on the face of the people who would also get coffee later that day. They would then receive a free coffee. From Marije. How fantastic she is!
Last week, Marije also posted five stories about a freelance job she had completed. She only worked at Golf.nl for a few months, but they thought she was fantastic. There was a whole farewell party with sweet cards and compliments. And that was of course posted extensively on Insta. “🥹.”
‘I saved a pigeon’
Well, on to today, because she has been busy again: at home the horror boss, outside the home the modern Mother Teresa. What great thing has she done now? She saved a pigeon.
Marije: “A pigeon within this lock spent more than half an hour trying its best to get out of the water. He could no longer fly and there were no steps. None of the boats I approached from shore wanted to help. Even ‘she’ll figure it out’ was shouted.”
‘I climbed off’
Well, say? Did they just leave Marije Teresa screaming on the dock? And let that pigeon float around like some kind of rubber duck? What brutes. What unsavory types. “Eventually the animal came to the edge under the lock gate. A boat that sailed through first came back. 🙏 I climbed down the lock door and tackled the pigeon.”
Great, Marije has had her gymnastics for today. And then? “The pigeon found its place under the Flower Bikeman’s bicycle and he eventually came to help. He pointed out to me the text ‘love is the cure’ on the lock. Anyway, morals, come, let’s help each other!!! That’s so much more fun.”
‘Be like me!’
The real moral of Marije’s story? ‘Act like me!!!’ No, it really isn’t, she swears. “This is not a ‘how can I make this about me?’, but a: ‘Can we please help each other?’”
Beautiful. Hands together for Marije Knevel!