JUMP is a nonprofit organization created in memory of Joe Upshaw, who died from an accidental drug and alcohol overdose at his Ohio State fraternity party in 2000. JUMP holds a golf tournament each year in Columbus, OH to raise money for drug and alcohol awareness.
This year is the 10th anniversary and our biggest year yet! We are raising money for a national viral marketing campaign. This video will be posted to online communities such as YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, fraternity and sorority blogs, and other popular sites for young people. Help us create an awesome campaign that will reach tens of thousands of people by donating today! 
Learn about Joey by reading what his family and friends have written, and scroll down to watch a video.
VAL WOODLEY (Joey’s mom): Joey had at least a dozen different jobs in high school and college. He was a lifeguard, construction worker, server, pizza deliverer, valet parking, etc. His funniest job though was a clown, Jolly, at Magic Castle. He had to wear this ridiculous, heavy, hot costume with a voice synthesizer to entertain kids at birthday parties. Jolly Joe was posing for pictures once and his hand fell off on some kid’s shoulder. Joey loved it!
ED LUNDBERG (friend): When I talk about Joe Upshaw, I talk about PASSION for everything! Even one of life’s simple needs…food. One night he had just returned from the grocery store and stocked his mini fridge full of food for the week. (Big time stuff for being in a fraternity house). Once settled in, he proceeded to take the whole pound of turkey, wrap it in a few slices of cheese, and slam the entire thing like he was in a contest. Just Joe being passionate.
LAURA MCCALL (friend): Joey showed up one day in his mom’s car, only we weren’t 16 yet, we weren’t even 15, and he honked the horn the whole way down the street as he was coming to get me to cruise around the neighborhood. Joey thought my mom was at work, but unfortunately for Joey, he met my mom at the door and not me. He was ashamed and promised he would return the car safely to his driveway. Needless to say, he got into huge trouble for that one. Everyone in my family was touched by Joey’s loyalty, his liveliness, his ability to make us laugh, smile and bring us to tears with his charm. I feel lucky to have been his friend.
JOE WILLIAMSON (friend): There was the time when we took my dad’s brand new car to Key West. I didn’t let anyone else drive for the first thirteen hours because I was so nervous about messing it up. So we get down there from Ohio, and we spend a week in Key West being idiots and not a scratch on the car. We drive all the way back and no problems. Then literally five minutes outside of Columbus, Joe had a nightmare in the back seat and kicked both his legs out and ripped off the cup holder. Five minutes from being home free. Classic Upshaw.
ERICA AUSTIN (sister): Even in high school, when most siblings don’t get along that well, Joey was my best friend. He attended my riveting field hockey games, talked to me in the hallways, and even let me tag along with him to the cool upperclassmen parties. I always felt immense pride when “the Upshaws” showed up together. Joey always treated me like gold. But I have to say, he was kind to so many others as well: his 10 or so best friends, the pipsqueaks at Magic Castle, his mama, the werewolf kid, the ladies the ladies, and even poopy jug head.
ADAM WILLETT (friend): Joey and I played a lot of golf together in college. Sometimes his swing reminded me of Rodney Dangerfield from Caddyshack. Once we decided to practice our game on our fraternity house roof, which makes complete sense. Most of us hit pitching wedges to get lift over a 3 foot ledge, but Joey decided it would be a great idea to hit a 3 iron, which obviously doesn’t get very high in the air. The guys were captivated as he deliberately drew back his club. The ball smacked the ledge flush and came flying right back at us! We all hit the deck and scattered to the ground. Joey laughed hysterically and we all bellowed out right along with him. You could never be mad at Upshaw.
