It was about eight years ago. Linda McCartney had died at the end of April of 1998, and Paul's fans knew he'd be in bad shape. A friend described him as "gutted" about this time. So after a little while, a group of people on one of Paul's email lists decided to do something, rather than just worry. They decided to do what each could do--pray if they were religious, or send good vibrations, or warm thoughts, whatever seemed right to them. They even made up an acronym for it, which was SOUL--Sending Our United Love. We all did it simultaneously, for 15 minutes--in my time zone, it was 2 pm on a Sunday afternoon. We never knew whether Paul felt our united support, but it was certainly good for us--we concentrated some energy on loving someone we'd never met, but who was very important to us. Someone wondered at the time how we could care so much about someone we'd never met. Not only do I care about Paul, I care about anyone he's ever loved. But Paul is the one (of the two of us) who's written Let It Be, and Hey, Jude, and One of These Days. He's very determined, he's persistent, and he's a lover, baby, not a fighter. So I still think that Paul has SOULed for us more than we have SOULed for him, but a little extra love never did anyone any harm.