How far would I go for a friend?

There was a man, sick of the palsy, in the town that obviously needed the healing ministry of the
Lord. While he could do nothing about it himself, his friends wanted to be sure the man received
the touch he needed and carried him on a bed to Jesus.
I am always captivated by the faith and perseverance of the men who carried their friend. Take
a moment and imagine what they must have done to provide their friend with the gift of
healing.
So, how far would I go for a friend? Would I have taken up one of the poles of the stretcher and
carried my colleague to the Lord? Seeing a large crowd, would I have suggested we turn back or
look for another way? Had I heard that the savior was returning to the city, would my first
thought be that my paralyzed pal needed to meet him?