And then one day he didn't come home. The police said it was an accident. But cargo containers don't just fall on people. He was murdered... After that I fell apart. I dropped out of school became a mud wrestler married and divorced a jerk. When my mother died I hit bottom... but then when I was cleaning out her attic I found my father's old bowling bag and costume almost like he'd left them there for me... and I knew what I had to do.