That is how my first journal entry began at 2am in the International Hostel of the Sarvodaya Shramadana Movement in Sri Lanka in 1998. After a frightening ride from the Katanayake airport through darker and darker Colombo, my arrival at the gates of Sarvodaya headquarters in Moratuwa had taken almost two hours.  The security guard was not sure what to do with me and the woman who unlocked the hostel door frightened me, too.  She chewed betel nut and was groggy from no sleep in the heat.