I was 15. I didn’t know much about the world other than what I saw on TV. I don’t remember exactly what I searched for on a young and clunky internet, but I found a group called The Experiment in International Living. I saw the words homestay, travel, education, community service and small groups. It was exactly what I was looking for. I printed out brochures for Thailand and Ghana. Truth be told, I had to check a map just to be sure where each of them was. There were a few pictures showing American teenagers, surrounded by local kids in classrooms, digging trenches for construction of schools, hanging from zip lines in some tropical setting, or deep in conversation with local community leaders. Perfect.
I plopped both of them down on the dinner table the next night. My parents took a moment to gather themselves. I asked, “So, what do you think?” Now, my parents are wonderful for many reasons, but this was one of their better moments. Fighting through the fear that I had successfully invoked, they both said “these look awesome.” So, one question lingered, where should I go?
The answer was rather simple for them. We lived in Pennsylvania, a two-hour drive from JFK Airport where the Ghana trip flew out of, or a two-day drive to LAX where the Thailand trip departed from. “You’re going to Ghana,” my Dad said.
There were ten of us teenagers on the trip and I believe all ten of us now would describe something different. But I think we would all agree that the trip altered the way we think and the way we grew to understand the world.
I remember landing in West Africa as a teenager and being intimidated. I remember leaving West Africa as a teenager and being frustrated. I wasn’t frustrated because my experience was in any way lacking. My experience was incredible.
My frustration came from an awareness that I was going through a process of understanding Africa, maybe understanding poverty in general. I had gone through some initial stages of anger, doubt, and fascination when I was exposed to this world so different than the one I had left behind in America. I was only in Ghana for five weeks that summer but I recognized that understanding a place like Ghana is a long process. I had, and still have, a hunch that it is a worthwhile process.
I went back to Ghana three times over the next five years of my life, including one summer in college where I had received a grant to film a documentary there. I never stopped going through the process I started on that trip, and I probably never will. In college, I began to study development as well as film production. I became fascinated with the notion that trajectories of communities or even nations can be drastically shifted when you change the way people identify themselves within a nation, especially those people at the lowest economic levels. That idea may read as academic jargon, but years later when I learned about a small baseball program in Uganda, I saw firsthand that it wasn’t just a theory.
In the past three years I have been privileged to document the story of that small baseball program in Uganda. This past year they overcame the odds and won the Middle East/Africa Regional Little League Tournament to become the first African team in history to qualify for the Little League World Series. Their visas were ultimately denied due to sub-par documentation, which cancelled their trip and changed their feel-good story into a much more complicated journey. This story led to a Canadian spear-headed donation effort to put on “the game that should have been” and to help support Ugandan baseball in the future.
This film and the story it tells are a continuation of my process of understanding that began at the dinner table with my parents when I was just 15. I will be forever grateful that I received their support for that trip and even more grateful that a program like The Experiment in International Living was out there for me to find.
Learn more about the feature length film Opposite Field or watch a CNN video feature about Shapiro’s film.















