You're at a stop light. The sun is glaring off the windshield, so you lean to the right, dodging the rays. That's when you notice a boy around 12 years old riding a bike on the sidewalk parallel to you. Coming towards you. Baseball cap on backwards, sneakers untied, torn jeans, and a tattered package under his arm. And he's panting. Heavily. Maybe a bit too heavily. His cheeks are flushed, but th…