I live in a small, conservative town where differences are not always celebrated. Recently, I donated some furniture to our local Habitat and requested they pick up the items. Two men came and set about doing what needed to be done to get the stuff to the truck. One man went outside to get something at one point, while the other man and I waited inside. He turned to me and said “I like your sign,” and then went on to tell me about his neighbors. He started with “my husband and I …” I realized that it was that sign that let him know I was safe enough to share his identity with me.